The weight of his head on my shoulder became strangely heavy in the middle of the night. At first, lulled by the silent truce we had established in the middle of the bed after my craving, I thought Sebastian had simply succumbed to sleep from the extreme exhaustion of the past few months. But when I tried to subtly shift the sheets to adjust the blanket covering us both, a scorching heat emanated from his body, penetrating the layers of our clothing.
I was immediately alarmed. I slid my hand to his forehead and stifled a gasp of surprise. He was burning up. The relentless cold of Istanbul's alleyways, the freezing drizzle he had endured on foot in the early hours just to satisfy my cravings, and the accumulated sleepless nights had taken a brutal toll.
Sebastian Volkov had a very high fe
