Chapter 393

Outside, the snow kept falling. In the distance, the landscape was nothing but rubble, and beyond that, an endless stretch of bleak gray sky. Ethan's fingers stayed locked with hers; the heat of his skin was a smoldering presence she couldn't ignore. Grace didn't have it in her to be cruel—not when he asked so quietly to just be allowed this. The minutes dragged painfully, and his fever only worsened. Eventually, she couldn't sit still any longer. She reached for the bottle of water, ready to coax him into drinking again. His eyes fluttered open—glazed, foggy, as if he wasn't sure where he was. "Mr. Bennett's gone, Mr. Henderson. Let's head back first. Even if there's no medicine, lying down will be better than staying here," she reasoned. Instead of responding, Ethan slowly dragged his tie, his movements sluggish from the fever. Grace quickly pressed her hand against his chest to stop him and re-fastened the tie. Normally, he was all sharp lines and strict precision, n