Fated to the full Moon.

oom. "You have good taste. Or maybe capitalists jus

s twitch upward at

ie, two new sets he'd bought just for him. It felt strange to prepare for his arrival like this, as though he was setting up a guest ro

th a curt, almost formal gesture. "Wear these for now. I

accepted the pajamas without protest spoke volumes. Rickie was always independen

ickie inspected the bathroom.

hroom as though searching for something specific. When he found it, he smiled

inked. "A

t all the rooms have

e he reserved for moments of unexpected

iously pleased with

ever imagined that they would be sharing space like this again. Time had passed, and yet R

ed his knees slowly, grimacing as he reached for the medicine bottle on the bedside table. The medication did little to ease the

f water running made Azriel think of quieter days, simpler moments before everyth

Rickie standing in the hallway, a towel wrapped around hi

r shampoo?" he asked, his

ow. "What happened to

tted. "Only face wash and a toothbr

sement and something else something softer. You haven't chan

red that there were onl

one here," he mutte

, sterile feel doing little to ease the unease in his chest. Azriel opened the upper cabinet, finding only an unopened bottle of faci

ad felt heavy, as though it was filled with cotton, and for a moment, everything around him seemed

out and grabbed his arm to steady him. "Hey, yo

ng, his senses on edge. Something primal was stirring deep insi

oice tight. "Just a bit of hy

gh surged from his chest, rough and persistent. He couldn't suppr

Azriel's forehead, his brow furrowing

rmometer?" he asked, his tone no lon

ying to avoid making any sudden moves that might make Azriel worse. Despite the discomfort, Azriel couldn't ignore the subtle tension in the

ly on the bed, his body hot and aching in all the wrong places. He tried to breathe through the discomfort, but it was getting h

He quickly took Azriel's temperature, then looked at him with a mixtu

r to concentrate. "It's nothing, really. I'm sure it's just a

inced. "You've bee

didn't want to admit it, but Rickie was right.

to get some anti-inflammatory meds for the fever. But we n

round his arm. Despite his weariness, Azriel could feel the tension in the air, an undercurrent of something unspoken betwe

owed as he examined the readings. "55 over 90?" he muttered under his breath, as if trying to make sen

ted, but the dizziness was there again. Th

hough his answer didn't so

remove the cuff, replacing it with a thermometer again. "You're running a fever and your b

ng Rickie could help him with. The moon was rising soon, and with