so we can figure out what’s happening. And I’m sorry, but with Amber here, this just seems too coincidental.”
“I can’t leave. I need to stay here with you.” I watched him pull out his phone and begin punching in numbers. “Who are you calling?”
He didn’t respond, the person on the other end answering instantly.
“I need your help, something’s happening to Darcy.” Nothing else was said as he hung up.
“Who was that?” I asked again.
“Devlin.” It was all he offered, and he dragged a chair over to the side of the bed. “How you feeling?”
“Well, I don’t feel like I’m being burnt alive anymore,” I answered, even as my body began to beat to a relentless throb. Everything hurt, and I clenched my teeth tightly to weather through the worst of it. The pain had started rising again, and I moaned with frustration.
He carefully lifted the towel, carrying it back to the bathroom.
“Mason?” I asked, watching him stop and turn around.
“Yes?” The look of concern on his face overwhelmed me.
“Can you stay? I don’t want to be alone.” I hated sounding like a frightened little girl, but I needed him so badly. I was afraid.
He nodded, and I offered him a grateful smile as he placed the item on the counter before returning to sit beside me.
“You’re never alone, sweetheart.” Bending forward, he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. “I will always be there for you. There’s no need to ask.”
I reached for his hand, and weakly squeezed it, offering up a silent prayer of thanks for having such an amazing man in my life. Closing my eyes, I sighed.
I hope Devlin can help, I thought.
Chapter Twelve
Devlin came barreling into the room, eyes blazing with worry, and Daniel slipped in behind him. I was starting to believe Mason was right, and the sight of all three of them in the room sent a sense of relief through me. I knew they wouldn’t rest until the mystery was solved.
I’d napped a little, only to be woken by pains in my chest. Not knowing when the next painful attack was coming, I’d been adamant about having a shower, the need to be clean again overwhelming. I’d felt sweaty and grimy, my mouth feeling as though a pile of dirt had been dumped in it. Those first moments standing under the hot stream of water had been a blessed relief. I had no idea what was happening, but I knew it wasn’t food or flu related. That theory had been tossed out as my body refused to heal.
Now, freshly dressed with my hair brushed, Mason helped me sit up, propping the pillows behind me, and I could only imagine how pitiful I looked. Offering a smile to Devlin, I watched as he dropped to his knee on the other side of the bed. He studied me—giving me the same kind of inspection the others had, and he didn’t stop until he was satisfied I was in one piece.
“Thanks for calling me. I’m not going to lie—I was worried something like this might happen with Amber in the house.” He looked over at Mason, who had started pacing.
“What annoys me is we can’t prove this was her,” Mason added, shaking his head in frustration. “But I’ll be damned if I’m going to let Darcy keep getting worse.”
The tension was thick in the room, and I wished I could do something to wipe the look of apprehension from everyone’s faces.
“We’ll figure this out. I thought this was just a bad case of food poisoning, or something, and a few days in bed would make me right as rain, but I’m not sure now.” I fiddled with the edge of the blanket and let out a sigh. “I just don’t want to be overly dramatic.”
“I wouldn’t call you not being able heal quickly over the top, Darcy, or the fact that you can’t seem to stop having these painful attacks. Can you honestly look me in the eye and tell me it doesn’t seem strange?” Daniel added, coming to stand beside Devlin.
“So what else has changed since you started feeling like this?”
“Nothing. I’m doing the same as I usually
“I can’t leave. I need to stay here with you.” I watched him pull out his phone and begin punching in numbers. “Who are you calling?”
He didn’t respond, the person on the other end answering instantly.
“I need your help, something’s happening to Darcy.” Nothing else was said as he hung up.
“Who was that?” I asked again.
“Devlin.” It was all he offered, and he dragged a chair over to the side of the bed. “How you feeling?”
“Well, I don’t feel like I’m being burnt alive anymore,” I answered, even as my body began to beat to a relentless throb. Everything hurt, and I clenched my teeth tightly to weather through the worst of it. The pain had started rising again, and I moaned with frustration.
He carefully lifted the towel, carrying it back to the bathroom.
“Mason?” I asked, watching him stop and turn around.
“Yes?” The look of concern on his face overwhelmed me.
“Can you stay? I don’t want to be alone.” I hated sounding like a frightened little girl, but I needed him so badly. I was afraid.
He nodded, and I offered him a grateful smile as he placed the item on the counter before returning to sit beside me.
“You’re never alone, sweetheart.” Bending forward, he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. “I will always be there for you. There’s no need to ask.”
I reached for his hand, and weakly squeezed it, offering up a silent prayer of thanks for having such an amazing man in my life. Closing my eyes, I sighed.
I hope Devlin can help, I thought.
Chapter Twelve
Devlin came barreling into the room, eyes blazing with worry, and Daniel slipped in behind him. I was starting to believe Mason was right, and the sight of all three of them in the room sent a sense of relief through me. I knew they wouldn’t rest until the mystery was solved.
I’d napped a little, only to be woken by pains in my chest. Not knowing when the next painful attack was coming, I’d been adamant about having a shower, the need to be clean again overwhelming. I’d felt sweaty and grimy, my mouth feeling as though a pile of dirt had been dumped in it. Those first moments standing under the hot stream of water had been a blessed relief. I had no idea what was happening, but I knew it wasn’t food or flu related. That theory had been tossed out as my body refused to heal.
Now, freshly dressed with my hair brushed, Mason helped me sit up, propping the pillows behind me, and I could only imagine how pitiful I looked. Offering a smile to Devlin, I watched as he dropped to his knee on the other side of the bed. He studied me—giving me the same kind of inspection the others had, and he didn’t stop until he was satisfied I was in one piece.
“Thanks for calling me. I’m not going to lie—I was worried something like this might happen with Amber in the house.” He looked over at Mason, who had started pacing.
“What annoys me is we can’t prove this was her,” Mason added, shaking his head in frustration. “But I’ll be damned if I’m going to let Darcy keep getting worse.”
The tension was thick in the room, and I wished I could do something to wipe the look of apprehension from everyone’s faces.
“We’ll figure this out. I thought this was just a bad case of food poisoning, or something, and a few days in bed would make me right as rain, but I’m not sure now.” I fiddled with the edge of the blanket and let out a sigh. “I just don’t want to be overly dramatic.”
“I wouldn’t call you not being able heal quickly over the top, Darcy, or the fact that you can’t seem to stop having these painful attacks. Can you honestly look me in the eye and tell me it doesn’t seem strange?” Daniel added, coming to stand beside Devlin.
“So what else has changed since you started feeling like this?”
“Nothing. I’m doing the same as I usually
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