Seth had just gotten Danielle into a sitting position when she started swaying again, her arms limp at her sides. He barely managed to catch her before she tipped forward, head lolling to one side.
“You don’t even care about me. You just care about the stupid prophecy,” she muttered, slurring the words like she was trying to get a rise out of him.
He let out a long, controlled exhale, his grip firm on her arm. “That worked once. It’s not working again.”
Her eyes narrowed, still unfocused, as she pulled herself up, leaning heavily on the bed. “What do you mean?”
“I’m not giving up on you,” Seth replied, his voice low.
Before he could stop her, she leaned forward and tried to kiss him, but he was having none of it this time. He caught her by the shoulders, steadying her but keeping her
