Chloe’s pov
My head throbbed with a dull, heavy heat, every joint in my body aching as I pulled the thin blanket up to my chin. The fever had crept up on me late yesterday afternoon, starting as a cold shiver before settling deep into my bones.
I lay alone in my small bed in the east wing, staring up at the dark wooden ceiling beams. The room was quiet, except for the distant sound of wind rattling the windowpanes.
A quiet knock sounded at the door, and Ray slipped inside, holding a damp cloth and a steaming bowl of broth. Her dark face was creased with worry as she hurried to my bedside, setting the tray on the small nightstand.
"You're burning up, Luna," Ray whispered, pressing the cool cloth gently against my forehead. The touch was sweet relief against my dry skin. "Doctor Luther s
