Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 56

Chapter 56

Clara instinctively reached out to catch Alexander as he collapsed. The moment her hands touched his skin, she realized something was wrong he was burning up, his body radiating a beat that was far from normal

"You have a fever," she said, her voice tinged with worry.

Alexander heard her, her voice clear and frantic, but his body refused to cooperate. He wanted to get up, to tell her not to worry, but he couldn't even lift his hand. When he tried to speak, a sharp pain tore through his throat, the taste of metal flooding his mouth. Even his breath felt scorching hot.

Clara felt his labored breathing against her neck, and despite her tising embarrassment at the close proximity, she knew she couldn't leave him like this. A faint blush dusted her cheeks, but she shook it off.

Let me help you inside," she said firmly.

small feat for her to support. It took every ounce of her strength to maneuver him into the living room and onto the couch. Finally, she managed to settle him down and sank into a

him, and he could barely make out her face. His dry, cracked lips

whip her head toward him. Relief flooded

quickly. "I knocked, but you didn't answer. Something felt off, so I came in. Don't

pale face. "Good thing I did, though. Who knows how long

words were eerily familiar they mirrored what he'd thought the night before when he'd climbed over her

you okay?" she asked, noticing his faint smile and furrowing her brow.

"I'm fine," he replied. His voice was gravelly and strained. "Can you

sprang to her feet, hurrying

retumed with a glass, Alexander tried-and tailed-to sit up 3

glass in

liquid seemed to bring him some relief. He downed it in a few gulps, handing the