Chapter 122

  Scott

  A sharp pain in my rib area awakened me. Eliana was tossing, crying out "no" and somehow throwing her legs in her dreams.

  "Please..." her voice was whisper-soft. "Scott..."

  "I'm here, sweet." I barely recognized my own voice. It was hoarse, weak—an inaudible whisper.

  I tried to touch...

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