Chapter Twenty-Seven
Eyes
lay inside the doctor’s bedroll that he had loaned her and listened to the sounds of the forest that surrounded them. She and Lucien were in one of five small tents which surrounded a small fire pit outside. With her back to the flames reflecting through the fabric, she could watch him as he tried to sleep on his back. After a while, he rolled over, turning away from her. Either he was aware of her observing him, or he sensed it. Regardless, his actions made her smile.
So far, she didn’t see any changes in him. Not in his body temperature nor by anything else that would signal to her that the virus was beginning to take hold. Unfortunately, the same wasn’t true for herself. She could feel the disease spreading its roots through her limbs as it centered itself i
