Esme
I lay there looking at the scene before me, in the darkness and not knowing what the hell I was looking at. The pain was immense and Mikkel had made it clear I was in trouble. My body was fighting against itself and it was ripping apart from the inside out. The fever was still blaring and between that and the pain, I must have been hallucinating. Why else would I have seen Brodie tousling with Mikkel on the floor? I wondered if it was wishful thinking. If my subconscious was crying out for him and had conjured him up in my mind.
“Seriously, mate, I’m just trying to help her. Will you stop and listen?” The ball of fists and feet seemed to come to a stop. Leaving the two of them lying on the floor. Brodie on top of Mikkel. I let out a scream as another bolt of pain shot through me. T
