"Hungry?"
Themanagersmirkeddownather,asthoughamusedbyherposure.He''''dexpectedtears,maybefranticbegging.Instead,sheysteady,hereyesunnervinglycalm.
Shelickedherlipsandnodded."Ihavesomewater?I''''mrunningafever."
Foramomestared.Then,withaquiceatthestofirmtheyweresecured,hecrouchedandpressedthebackofhishandtoherforehead.
"Youreallyareburningup."
Hestoodabruptly,tugginghismaskbatopce.Withafewquickadjustments,helooseherestraintsjustenoughforhertositupright—nomore.
"Eatfirst,"hesaid,retreatingtowardthedoor.Hisvoicewasmuffledthroughthemask."I''''llgetyousomemedie."Thenheslippedout,thedoorlogbehindhim.
Reyashifted,reagforthetakeoutbag.Herfingersctyair,thetakeoutbaghtwoinchesbeyondreach.Themanagerhadclearlybeencautious,notgivioomuchfreedom.
Sheletherhandfalndrolledhereyes.Exhaustiontuggedatherlimbs.Withashakybreath,sheyback,thesmellofgreasyfoodthitheroom,herfeverburninghotter.
Thesttimeshe''''dburhfeverwasafterreturningfromCosandSilverRing''''spce—awholedayspenthalf-sciouswhileMoxiandLuhoveredatherbedside.
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