~SINCLAIR~
She began intense shivering in the middle of the night, but her skin was blazing to the touch. He kept at mopping the beads of sweat that kept forming, scared to death even though Alaric had promised no harm would come to her.
There was still a psychopath that resided in him, though. A psychopath that admitted to himself that he enjoyed washing and changing her. He loved holding her and brushing her hair from her face, that fool.
And in the wee hours of the morning when her fever reached its peak, she sought him. He was her mate, and her subconscious immediately wanted comfort from her other half. She wrapped her hands around his neck and snuggled closer and let out a little mewl that was part satisfaction, part ecstasy and Sin, f*ck, Sin wanted to live in this moment all the days of his life.