Chapter Thirty-One
In the chamber, Elrien was furious with the physician who had just shattered the spell. But if the human were truly sick, physical warmth would not be enough to cure him. He was doing it for his dark satisfaction rather than for the human. Serving and pleasuring himself with the human's seductive body. The selfish part of him acknowledges.
Elrien picked up the bowl of medicine. The liquid was warm and bitter-smelling, meant to bring down Yuta's fever. But the human was unconscious, his breath coming out in low pants.
"Drink," Elrien commanded softly, bringing the bowl to Yuta's lips.
Nothing.
Yuta's head rolled to the side in deep sleep, completely unaware.
Elrien tried again, gently parting those lips that were still tender and swollen from his kisses. A few drops of medicine trickled into Yuta's mouth, but most of it ran down his chin onto the pillows.
