Chapter 110 Touch Me

• ETHAN
• Rafael finally slept. The pills had dragged him under, his breathing uneven. His fever burned hot, sweat dampening his long curls, and I pressed the cold towel across his forehead again, my jaw tight. Dios, even while he was unconscious, he looked hunted. It was as though his demons had followed him into his sleep.
• My gaze slid to the book in the trashcan. The carved leather gleamed in the low light, Rafael's name gouged into it.