"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,thedbehindhim.
Reyashifted,reagforthetakeoutbag.Herfiyair,thetakeoutbaghtwoinchesbeyondreach.Themanagerhadclearlybeencautious,notgivioomuchfreedom.
Sheletherhandfalndrolledhereyes.Exhaustiontuggedatherlimbs.Withashakybreath,sheyback,thesmellofgreasyfoodthitheroom,herfeverburninghotter.
Thesttimeshe''''''''dburhfeverwasafterreturningfromdSilverRing''''''''spce—awholedayspenthalf-sciouswhileMoxiandLuhoveredatherbedside.
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