Chapter 349

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains. It was fully morning, and clearly a bright one. Another fit of coughing from Rhys made my stomach drop. Was he running a fever? Had the wound gotten infected? Shit. I hurried over to where he was lying and pressed my hand to his forehead. ‘God, you’re burning up.’ ‘Danger… It’s dangerous… Mirabelle…’ he muttered, his voice thick with sleep and fever. ‘No, don’t… Mirabelle… look out!’ ‘Rhys? Rhys, wake up.’ He was twitching, trapped in some nightmare. I called his name again, but he didn’t stir. I shook him gently. ‘Rhys! Wake up!’ ‘Hmm?’ His eyes flew open, and he stared up at me, disorientated. He winced and shook his head slightly, as if trying to clear it. ‘It’s fine. I just need some water.’ As he tried to sit up, I gently pressed him back down. ‘Stay there. I’ll get it for you.’ I poured a glass of water and handed it to him. ‘Are you feeling any better? You’ve definitely got a fever. That wound must be infected. You said you bou