Chapter 90

• Lucas was still there when she woke in the middle of the night with a fever. He stood up from the chair when he saw the look on her face and rushed to the bathroom to get cold water. Anna kicked off the blankets and rolled back and forth in her bed, dying to be relieved of the heat. Did she wake up in hell?
• He pressed a cold cloth to her forehead and for a minute, she swore she was hallucinating it. It looked as if two Lucas’s were above her, dipping the cloth in water once she burned through the first one. He set down the bucket and pulled her hair back from her face—she couldn’t even describe how good it felt to be free of her hair as he tied it to the top of her hair with a line of loose rope. Every strand was away from her hot skin, she almost had the thought to cut it all off just so she wouldn’t haven’t to feel it ever again. Her mind didn’t even register how hideous she would look if she did something like that.
• “Anna…” He said firmly as if he was trying to wake her from a bad dream. She thrashed across the bed, her nightgown clung to her skin from her sweat. She was being burned alive, wasn’t she? Someone came to finally end it all by setting her body on fire. This was for all she went through, death was finally claiming her body as its own.