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... morning, and clearly a bright one.
Another fit of coughing from Rhys made my stomach drop. Was he running a fever? Had the wound gotten infected?
Shit.
I hurried over to where he was lying and pressed my hand to his forehead. ‘God, you’re burning up.’
‘Danger... It’s dangerous... Mirabelle...’ he muttered, his voice thick with sleep and fever. ‘No, don’t... Mirabelle... look out!’
‘Rhys? Rhys, wake up.’ He was twitching, trapped in some nightmare. I called ...
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