Chapter 67

Eleanor set the tray aside as Conaan fell asleep next to her, his fingers tightening around her hand. He felt warm, but not his usual warmth. It was an unhealthy warmth, and she wondered if it was really possible for a simple fever to put him down like that.

It could have mixed with the fatigue of his latest conquest, and she decided to let it be.

She let him sleep for a while, before he finally loosened his grip. She carefully removed her hand from his, then slowly moved away from him.

Noiselessly, she let herself off the bed, then walked away to the other side. She put the sheets around him, her fingers carefully caressing his forehead so his hair was pushed back.

She then leaned forward, and placed a small kiss on his cheek. Almost reluctantly, she walked away, closing the door behind him.

Brandon was waiting by the stair case. He was armed, his eyes meeting hers as she descended the stairs.

"Are you ready?"

"Not quite. I need a few weapons. Arr