Chapter 445

Grace woke up in the middle of the night, feeling like there was a heater beside her. She jolted upright and pressed a hand to Liam's forehead. He was burning up. "Liam!" She called out to him, but he didn't respond. He was already delirious from the fever. Grace quickly dialed the local rescue hotline, but the earliest they could reach her was at daybreak. She tossed more firewood into the flames and pulled Liam closer to the heat. Even then, he resisted. He was curled into himself, mumbling nonsense. At one point, he stirred, cracked open his eyes, and slurred, "Who... who are you?" If he wasn't sick, Grace would've given him another slap. She took a deep breath, ripped off a strip of fabric from her shirt, and packed it with snow to bring his temperature down. His face was flushed a shade of bright red. His hands were flailing, reaching toward the fire like he was trying to grab something. Grace yanked them back and tied them down. Her voice was steady. "I'll deal with you wh