Amara’s POV

I was halfway through rewriting Cassian’s debate notes when my phone rang. One look at the caller ID—Becca—and I lost focus.

“Amara,” she said, panicked. “It’s Eli. Something’s wrong. He’s burning up. I tried the medicine, I swear, but he keeps crying, and he’s not cooling down…..”

“I’m coming,” I said, already grabbing my purse. “Keep him upright. Cold cloth on his neck and chest. I’m on my way.”

I left everything behind—notes, ...