Adina's POV

I moved closer to the bed again, unable to stop myself from reaching for Eric’s hand. His skin felt too hot, his pulse too fast. Every instinct in me screamed to pour energy into him, to cool the fever, to chase the burning sickness from his tiny body.

But Nathan stood behind me, silent yet steady, his presence holding me together.

The doctor finished taking Eric’s temperature, then checked his breathing, lifting his eyelids with practiced fingers. His expression hardened ...