Chapter fifty eight:

58.

Marcus's POV:

She kept turning and tossing in her sleep.

It was a rare sight to see her sweating profusely, because she was ice cold almost all the time. A little cry escaped her throat and her hand tightened around mine that was gripping her hands to keep her from hurting herself.

“No, no,” she kept muttering in her sleep, as she kept stirring. Her legs kicked against the sheets, getting tangled in them and her struggling doubled.

I dabbed her head with the piece of cloth I was holding, wiping her face and neck to reduce the amount of sweat. I had taken off her...