Harper’s POV
I’ve never felt like I was on fire and frozen solid at the same time before.
Until now.
Groaning, I roll over and blink against the sunlight coming through my small window. I don’t remember coming back to my room, and even as I comb through my memories, I can’t figure out how I got back. Did Logan bring me back?
How long was I asleep?
My entire body screams in protest with every movement, but I force myself to reach up and touch my forehead.
Burning hot with fever. My skin is clammy and as I try to sit up, my body doesn’t cooperate. I flop back onto my mattress, stars dancing in my vision and bile climbing up my throat.
I can’t move.
“Hello,” I call out, but my throat constricts, and my words are no more than a whisper. I try again with the same result. No one w
