Chapter 17 – The Fever
- The first sign was the chill.
- It began in Alina’s fingertips, spreading like frost under her skin. She sat in the armchair by the window of the master suite, sketchbook open on her lap, charcoal clutched in her hand—but her fingers trembled so badly the lines blurred. The fire in the hearth crackled behind her, but it did nothing to warm her bones.
- She pressed the back of her hand to her forehead.