Chapter 82 Call It Devotion

• ARABELLA
• He was still feverish. I watched the pulse in Killian's neck flutter like a trapped bird, his breathing shallow. He looked so fucking beautiful while he was on the edge of life and death, unconscious but powerful. Even in his state, he managed to steal the air from my lungs.
• Matteo dabbed his forehead with a damp cloth again, his jaw tight. He tucked another blanket over his brother's body as if that would somehow make up for all the hate.