Blanche's POV
After Vincent's wild performance, I was so wiped out that fighting with him felt impossible.
When Vincent declared himself my lover, exhaustion hit me too hard to even bother correcting him—I just let it go, too drained to care anymore.
The fever still burned through me, leaving me weak and completely spent.
When fatigue finally took over, I drifted back into sleep.
But when my eyes fluttered open again, Amber's face came into focus.
She'd scrubbed off all her makeup, and while she didn't have that knockout glamour she usually wore, her perfect skin and natural beauty were still mesmerizing.
Seeing Amber made me think of Carry immediately. My eyes welled up as I whispered, "Amber, how's Carry doing?"
Amber pulled the blanket up around me, her touch gentle. "Mr. Aarav went to check on her—she's stable now, so don't stress about it."
Relief washed over me when I heard that.
I nodded slowly. "Okay, good."
