Chapter Twenty-One
He felt powerless. For the first time in his entire life, Marcus Renfield Halden was not in control.
Lia’s fever raged all through the night. While Prescott slept in the next room, Ren and Lia’s maid, Ghita, took turns bathing her down with cool cloths, fighting the fire which threatened to consume the woman who was his soul.
“Your Grace, I was wondering,” the maid said shyly in her native tongue as she poured more water into the bowl.
“Yes, Ghita?”
The girl looked pensively down at their patient. “When I was young I remember my sister had a fever like this.” She seemed hesitant to finish. “My mother put her in the tub and filled it with cool water and vinegar, sponging it over her whole body for hours. It worked for her, so I thought…” She trailed off, backing away
