Evander woke up, looking fresh and well rested. He'd slept the entire day and everyone was starting to get anxious. "I mean, he doesn't even sleep much. Why now? Do you think he died in his sleep?" Jake threw a pillow at him. "Shut up. He'll wake up." Isabella sat next to his bed without saying a word, and she was the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes. He didn't exactly reflect her smile, but at least, the hate wasn't that evident in his eyes. She held his hand. "Evander, are you okay? How do you feel?" He stared at the hand for a while and she started contemplating whether she should let his hand go before he answered her. "I feel good." He released his hand from hers, flipped off the covers, stood and stretched, his face more relaxed than she had seen it in a while. "Okay, I’ll
