Grace shifted, attempting to extract herself from Tate’s weight, but the movement only caused her to grind against him. His groan was deep, a vibration that rattled her nerves.
"Get off me," she murmured, though the command lacked the strength she intended.
He grunted, his grip finally slackening. With a heave, he rolled onto his side, leaving Grace to scramble from the bed as if the sheets were made of burning coals. She didn't pause to catch her breath, she bolted from the room, her heart hammering against her ribs.
She returned minutes later, armed with a bowl of ice cold water and a clean linen cloth. She approached the bed with a trepidation she hadn't felt moments before. He lay there, his breathing hard and uneven, his skin flushed with the aggressive heat of the infection. As sh
