Lilith's POV
I didn't know how long I'd been drifting in and out of fevered dreams when a harsh, bitter taste suddenly invaded my mouth.
I frowned weakly, mumbling, "No…"
But before I could finish protesting, a cool glass pressed firmly against my lips, leaving me no room to resist.
I took a small sip on instinct. The refreshing liquid washed away some of the bitterness and, with it, the fog clouding my mind.
Then I froze.
I wasn't lying alone in that cold, empty bed anymore.
Someone was holding me—tightly. A strong, searing warmth surrounded me, and through my fevered skin I could feel the steady, powerful rhythm of a heartbeat against my back.
And that scent, rich, heady, laced with spiced rum, it was unmistakably Dax's.
My eyelids felt like they weighed a ton, but I forced the
