"Agh…" Adrian groaned in his sleep, shifting to the other side of the bed.
As he moved, his soaked shirt came into view—even though the cold night wind was slipping in through the open window.
There was no blanket over him, and the room was quite chilly.
Yet the sweat wasn't from the heat.
It came from the struggle his body was enduring.
"Mm…" he mumbled, turning his face upward to stare at the ceiling in his sleep.
His lips trembled, pressed together, as if trying to speak but unable to.
His brows were furrowed.
His fists clenched.
His heartbeat—slower than usual.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he rolled to the other side of the bed, curling into himself.
Then came the shiver—a tremor that crawled down his spine.
And suddenly—
"Ah!" He jerked up, gasping for breath, his eyes wide and confused.
He reached up, covering his damp forehead, then ran a shaky hand through his tangled hair.
It took him a few seconds to remember—
He was still at his uncle's house.
