"You can't be exposed to the wind right now."
Melody Thorne frowned, her small fair oval face showing strong dissatisfaction. "I feel the air here isn't good. Can't I open the window?"
"Is it the air that's not good, or is it the presence of me making the air bad?" Jared Quinn stared at her and questioned.
Melody didn't want to argue with him, she tugged at the corner of her mouth. "With you here, the air is the freshest, okay? It's fragrant and warm, alright?"
It's actually gloomy and cold, heavy and oppressive.
"Achoo," Melody sneezed, feeling a bit cold all over.
"Quibbling," Jared's large hand opened, revealing a few pills. "Take them."
"No, I'm afraid I'll die without knowing why." Melody leaned against the big bed, looking at him warily.
She looked like Little Red Riding Hood seeing the Big Bad Wolf, full of caution.
