Elliot POV
The wool nest still smelled like pine, but the air in the bedroom was turning cold as gray morning light cut across the mattress, throwing long shadows across the floor.
I lay flat on my back beneath the comforter, my skin warm while my neck throbbed beneath the tender teeth marks. The fever had faded into a heavy, leaden fatigue.
Sebastian sat on the edge of the mattress near my hip, dressed in a plain black T-shirt. His broad shoulders blocked out the window as he held a glass of water.
"Drink," Sebastian said softly, his low voice vibrating through the mattress.
I reached out, my fingers brushing his knuckles as I took the glass. The brief contact sent a spark straight up my arm. I swallowed the water in three gulps, setting the glass on the nightstand with a
