xia

is side throu

the ticking of the clock. I replaced the cool cloth on his forehead more times than I could count, the water in the basin slowly w

his temperature finally began to drop. His b

side me. I remembered the last time I'd seen him in my previous life. He'd proudly handed Damien a hand-drawn map of my escape route

d helpless in the massive bed, he w

d through my mind: maybe thi

uickly as it came. Hope was a p

he curtains, Aaron's eyelashes trembled. He stirre

is gaze hazy as it landed on me. A sm

he rasped, hi

cold. Of course. All night, he hadn't been clinging to me; he'd

ent, my expres

ce. The soft smile on his face froze, then curd

e sharp with alarm. "Wha

oice betraying none of the turmoil i

urge of renewed strength, he pushed himself up, shoving my

rying to hurt me while I'm sick?" he shrieked, his eyes w

I stumbled backward, my elbow cracking against the sharp corn

ared at him, my eyes as col

elled his rage. "You made Katrina run away! Now

and hurled it at me with all his might.

oice breaking with fury. "I h

point to the hollow ache in my chest. The pathetic little ember of

e people, some relationship

for this boy, my broth

I turned and walked out. The heavy door clicke

pty, bathed in ste

solitary figure in the silent house

tchell could live or die. It