Chapter 221:He Can't Perform

(Third-person's POV) The door closed firmly behind Tristan and the pack healer. Erik Blackwood stood alone in the guest room, staring down at the fever-stricken woman who had somehow become his responsibility. Emma Chase looked terrible - her face flushed crimson, hair matted with sweat, her breathing shallow and quick. "This is ridiculous," Erik muttered, running a hand through his own hair in frustration. The healer's instructions echoed in his mind: physical cooling would reduce her fever fastest. Erik glanced at the basin of warm water and soft cloths the healer had prepared before leaving. There was no avoiding it - with Emma delirious and burning up, he had no choice. "So troublesome," he growled, approaching the bed. If it weren't for Roman and Scarlett, he wouldn't bother with this Northern she-wolf at all. What had she done to deserve his personal attention? Nothing. Yet here he was, playing nursemaid in the middle of the night. Emma whimpered in her sleep, calling for h