I open my eyes again and see my mate, holding me with so much concern. He reaches up and gently touches my face with his hand.
“She’s not cold anymore,” he says, and it’s not the romantic thing I was expecting.
I look around to see who he’s talking to, and I realize that I’m lying in my childhood bed. This isn’t where I went to sleep. I see Sofia walking towards me from a chair across the room and I look back at Seth, who seems very concerned.
“Are you alright, Love?” he asks me gently.
“I’m really hot,” I tell him and he smiles at me, pulling a blanket off, and then another and another as Sofia checks my temperature.
“It’s normal,” she says. I look in her eyes and I remember her, but a younger version.
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I remember lying in this bed, Lily sitting o
