Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 406

He held her hand, brushing his cheek against her palm. "I just wish you could forgive me, really."

Clara frowned, helping him sit up. "Z, you're burning up. We need to get you to the hospital."

With all the nonsense he was spouting, she worried the fever might really mess

him up.

He slumped against her. "No hospital, Clara. Thirty-three times."

"What?"

Thirty-three times what?

Her anxiety spiked as she touched his forehead again, worried the fever was affecting his mind.

Then he gripped her hand, pressing it against his cheek. "That's how many times you've wanted to kill me."

Clara's heart skipped a beat, then she laughed softly. "You're delirious. Get some sleep. If you're still feverish when you wake up, we're going to the hospital."

By then, whether he liked it or not, she'd see him through it.

a few minutes, as if just realizing this

time he felt terrible, he'd dream of her walking through

had the dream so many times, he sometimes couldn't tell reality from

his throat working before he muttered, "I was just

and gently pushed him

around her waist, pulling her down beside

"Rest with me."

Clara lay next to him, she could still feel the heat radiating

sleep, her mind replaying

against the bracelet he wore and the

closer, wrapping her in his arms, letting out a contented

awake until around five,

his forehead again; at

you were thinking about taking some medication with side effects. I'm supposed to talk you out of it. What's

was straightforward, but he

up. "Z, I usually stay out of your decisions, but you can't treat your body like this.

chest felt tight

suddenly grabbed her hand, placing a

not to take it, I