The minute I stepped out of the car, I rushed as fast as I could into the house—even though my fastest was me limping against the wall.
And just as I’d thought, the moment the doors opened, a brutal wave of cold crashed through me. Icy.
I pushed through, shivering through the walls until my eyes fell on a huge figure, balled on the ground, groaning in pain.
“Dane…” I called, shivering.
I crouched on the floor next to him, his body as icy as the Artic.
His fever had gotten worse. Even more intense than whatever happened in his office. Yet he told me he was better.
Lied to me that all he needed was rest and even when I insisted on staying by his side all night, he refused.
Lied that what I saw was the entirety of it.
“Why?” I cried, immediately wrapping as much as I could find all ov
