The unpleasant oily chill of fever overtook her body, and she watched in horror as Sebastian carried her to his bed on his shoulder like a sack of flour. ’ ‘Yes,’ she agreed, but her manner was a degree less warm. I love you—unendurably. But if I were dying of thirst, in a desert, I would not accept a cup of water at her hands. E.
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