Chapter 43

Sure enough, the next second, Sabrina and Sebastian sat down right beside Valeria. Valeria's foggy mind cleared instantly. She dropped her head lower, tucking her chin into her jacket and turning her face to the side. The stuffy air hadn't changed, but his sharp, cool scent wrapped around her like an invisible thread, tightening every one of her nerves. Her nose was stuffy and her throat sore, yet somehow, she could still pick up the faint trace of his cologne. Her body, it seemed, had a memory of its own. It was sensitive to everything about him. She glanced up at the IV bag, silently willing it to finish faster. However, it was the mannitol drip—slow and steady, meant to ease her pounding headache. … Sebastian glanced down at his phone. Martha had messaged, inquiring about Sabrina's well-being. That morning, Sabrina and Jessica had gone to visit Martha, who had been resting at home with a sore throat and a lingering flu. Even though it was the flu, many had visited her. Sabr