xia
is side throu
the ticking of the clock. I replaced the cool cloth on his forehead more times than I could count, the water in the basin slowly w
his temperature finally began to drop. His b
side me. I remembered the last time I'd seen him in my previous life. He'd proudly handed Damien a hand-drawn map of my escape route
d helpless in the massive bed, he w
d through my mind: maybe thi
uickly as it came. Hope was a p
he curtains, Aaron's eyelashes trembled. He stirre
is gaze hazy as it landed on me. A sm
he rasped, hi
cold. Of course. All night, he hadn't been clinging to me; he'd
ent, my expres
ce. The soft smile on his face froze, then curd
e sharp with alarm. "Wha
oice betraying none of the turmoil i
urge of renewed strength, he pushed himself up, shoving my
rying to hurt me while I'm sick?" he shrieked, his eyes w
I stumbled backward, my elbow cracking against the sharp corn
ared at him, my eyes as col
elled his rage. "You made Katrina run away! Now
and hurled it at me with all his might.
oice breaking with fury. "I h
point to the hollow ache in my chest. The pathetic little ember of
e people, some relationship
for this boy, my broth
I turned and walked out. The heavy door clicke
pty, bathed in ste
solitary figure in the silent house
tchell could live or die. It
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