Chapter 95

‘Sir, we’re here,’ the driver said. Fifteen minutes later… The private hospital room was silent except for the slow drip-drip-drip of the IV. Ashton stayed beside the bed, adjusting the blanket over Mirabelle’s shoulder. Her face was flushed. Her hair stuck to her forehead in damp clumps. He pulled out his phone and made a call. Yvaine Carlisle sprinted in almost an hour later, panting, sweat clinging to her temples. She nearly slammed into the doorframe. ‘What the hell happened? Why’s she burning up?’ Mirabelle was asleep, breathing unevenly. Ashton pointed his chin towards the sitting area. His voice dropped. ‘She fell in the pool. Fever spiked after we got her out.’ ‘She fell?’ Yvaine had dropped onto the sofa. She now shot back up like the cushion bit her. ‘She’s terrified of water. That must’ve scared the shit out of her.’ Ashton narrowed his eyes. ‘You knew that?’ He’d heard the story from Mirabelle in the car, but her words were disjointed, and there were missing pieces. He hadn