Seoul, South Korea
After the call with Chloe ended, Sara stood by the bed, staring down at the man who lay there in a drunken stupor. His shirt was off, and his broad chest and back were covered in angry, red hives. She set the phone aside and moved toward him.
As she drew closer, she could hear Liam’s muffled groans of pain.
Sara reached out and lightly brushed her hand against his back; his skin was scorching hot. She was panicked, yet she stubbornly refused to call for help—she didn't want anyone else intruding on their space.
She hurried into the bathroom and emerged with a cold, damp towel.
The moment she pressed the wet cloth against the flare-up on his back, the deep furrow in Liam’s brow began to soften. Sara felt a surge of relief; the cooling method was working.
But the rel
