Aria Point Of View.

Morning came faster.

The first thing I felt was heat.

My body burned from the inside out, as if the fire from my dream had crept under my skin. My heartbeat thudded like a drum, slow but molten.

I sat up, groaning. “Still hot,” I muttered. “Maybe I’m melting. That would explain a lot.”

“You’re not melting,” Nyra said dryly. “You’re glowing.”

“Perfect,” I groaned, throwing off the sheets. “Because that’s normal, people totally wake up ...