(Amalia's POV)
Waking up felt like dragging myself through fog.
For a few seconds, I didn't move. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to piece together why my body felt… wrong. Heavy. Slower than it should be. Like something inside me hadn't fully caught up yet.
Then it hit me. The bullet. The way everything went dark.
My fingers twitched slightly against the sheets. I felt relief I could still move it. I'm glad the poison didn't paralyze me.
I pushed myself up slowly.
Bad idea.
The room tilted for half a second, a sharp wave of dizziness hitting me hard enough that I had to grip the edge of the bed. My breath came out uneven, but I steadied it quickly, forcing my body back under control.
Weakness wasn't an option. I had to get up.
"You shouldn't be moving that fast."
Dante's voice came from the doorway.
Of course he was there.
