Orion’s POV:
I had given her a fever reducer, but her temperature didn’t seem to drop. If anything, her skin looked paler, her lips dry and cracked. The fever clung to her like a curse that refused to lift. I pulled out my phone and called down to reception, ordering dinner and some additional electrolytes.
She needed to eat something. Which I should have probably thought about before ravishing her like that all night. I had stopped to give her water but that wouldn’t make up for the food.
But even as I stood there, I could feel her gaze pressing into my back. It was subtle, yet I felt the weight of her stare, cold and quiet, the same way I'd felt it earlier that morning—before I made a promise I hadn’t kept. I had told her I’d bring the kids.
And now, after everything I’d just learne
