Ralph's chauffeur brought a few clothes for him an hour later. He didn't yet wake up and his temperature didn't reduce. Raven was worried about him but decided to wait for the twenty-four-hour period to be over to take any action. She was just about to take a call from work when Ralph's hand shot out and caught her wrist. "Don't go, please," he pleaded hoarsely, making an overwhelming need to hold him to herself course through her body.

Raven switched off her phone and cuddled with him. "I'm not going anywhere, Ralph," she said lovingly. "You have to eat something. Can I go and get you your food?" She...