Charis
Slater pulled the thermometer from my mouth, squinting at it with a frown on his face that made me worry.
"What does it say?" I asked, already dreading the answer.
"You're at thirty-nine degrees now," he muttered, shaking his head. "It's still not good, Charis. I don't understand why you'd suddenly develop a fever a few hours before your birthday."
I gave him what I hoped was a reassuring smile, leaning back against the couch. "Hey, at least the fever has come down by two degrees since this morning. Don't worry, I'll be fine."
Shortly after Kael left, I felt dizzy and would have fallen to the ground if Slater had not rushed immediately to hold me. What started as lightheadedness transformed into a full-blown fever. In the last few hours, Slater had been trying to regulate my temperature.
"How about I just call Marcus and have him cancel the birthday party?" Slater suggested. "You need to be in bed, resting and taking fluids."
