Adina’s POV

Something wasn’t right. The moment Nathan left my room, silence pressed around me like a weight. The sound of the clock ticking on the wall, the soft beeping of the monitor beside my bed, everything felt louder, sharper, almost intrusive. I stared at the bandaged cut on my palm, trying to convince myself that Nathan was right, that it was only a reaction, just a side effect of the drugs still running through my veins but deep down, I didn’t believe it.

Because I’d felt it, ...