Mikolas
“Voshkie’s condition had gone from bad to worse in seconds.
Her skin was so hot, she burned to the touch. He didn’t know how to help her. She’d asked him not to touch her, but then when he’d caught her she didn’t seem to want him to put her down. She’d burrowed as close to him as she could get, stroking her hands all over him. Only, she didn’t seem to realize she was doing it.
So he sat on the edge of the bed, holding the warrior nymph close, her face turned into his neck.
Only, he got the feeling she knew exactly what was wrong with her.
Her skin seemed to get even hotter. He knew her temperature was such that no mortal could survive it. He didn’t know about nymphs.
“We’ve got to get your fever down,” he said in a calm voice.
“It’ll pass,” she mumbled against his neck.
“I don’t think so, sweetheart.
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