Keeley opened her eyes to see Alaric standing by the bed, his expression brooding and inquisitive.

　　“How are you feeling?” he asked.

　　“Warm. Finally warm.”

　　But even as she spoke, a shiver rolled over her body, setting off another round of uncontrollable chills.

　　With a muttered curse, he slid onto the bed next to her and pulled her into his

　　arms.

　　He was heaven. Like a stone warmed in an oven. She pushed every part of her body into his and absorbed his heat to her bones. It was so exquisite that she moaned.

　　“Are you in pain?” he asked quickly.

　　“Nay. ’Tis a wondrous sensation. You are so warm....