Amanda’s pov.
This is the wrong time for me to be ill.
My skin felt like it was on fire, my throat was dry and sore and my body seemed to tremble with fatigue. I was either asleep, partially awake or battling off a migraine while I was awake.
What’s wrong with me? My eyes drift shut again, not because I’m drifting off into blissful sleep but to shut out the light and stave off my impending headache even further.
“Firefly,” a hand brushes over my cheek. I know from the touch alone and the devastation in their voice who it is.
I lean into my mate’s touch for some form of reprieve from the pain and restlessness that’s eating me up inside. He chuckles, but there’s nothing light or happy about the sound. “How are you feeling?”
“As well as I look,” I reply, I pry my eyes open to meet his w
