Chapter Ninety One
Drake
“How is she?” I didn't need to look behind me to know that Rhyder had entered the kitchen. Same as I didn't need to turn to know how tired he looked.
We were both tired. Since Bellas attack and her fathers surprise arrival. Things had gone downhill rapidly.
No, not things. She had.
It started small. Flu-like symptoms that made her feel rotten but weren't anything to worry about, twelve hours after the angel of earth had left. Bella took a drastic turn for the worse.
Her skin was like a sauna to the touch and yet she couldn't stop shaking, And if her fever wasn't bad enough, she started to vomit, anything she put into her body came straight back out before our eyes.
It wasn't day by day that she got weaker, not even hour by hour. It was minute by minute.
