~Amelia~
Nothing in the world prepares you for the sound of your baby acting like she was being bitten by fire ants.
I was half-asleep when Lily started fussing, and then it turned into that cry that ripped straight through my skull and had me sitting up before my brain even finished waking up. I snatched her up from the cradle so fast my blanket fell to the floor, and the second my palm touched her forehead, my stomach dropped hard.
“Lily?” I whispered.
She was burning hot.
“No, no, no,” I muttered. “This is not happening right now.”
I reached for the small vial Eli had left earlier, the one with the mild wolf tonic for baby restlessness, and I already knew I was grasping at nonsense before I even opened it. Lily had been fussy all evening, but she had still nursed, still smiled once at my finger, and still reached for Kaden’s necklace chain when he leaned over her crib. None of that looked like a sickness.
