The Barter Novel Sierra and Xavier

---- to consciousness.

Shit dammit Alex curses to look around.

They were in the middle of nowhere.

There is no help.

No.

She cant just keep sitting here and do nothing.

She has to help him.

But how? ---- Chapter 470 Chapter 470 His body convulsed, alternating between violent shivers and scorching heat, as though his fever sought to consume him from within.

The fiery red flush on his skin painted a picture of agony, and Alex felt the weight of his pain press heavily against her chest.

This was more than just fever, it was a war inside him, threatening to snatch away what little sanity he had left.

With trembling hands, she pulled out her handkerchief, dipping it hastily into the small basin of water by her side.

The cool cloth touched his burning forehead, and his body slumped like a marionette whose strings had been cut.

He collapsed against her, his head landing heavily on her lap, and she instinctively cradled him closer, her fingers brushing back the damp strands of hair matted to his fevered brow.

"Damien," she called softly, her voice trembling.

"Can you hear me?" ---- Silence Her hazel eyes glistened with worry, the stillness pressing down on her like a suffocating weight.

Fighting back the rising panic, she ripped off her shirt with a sharp tear, not caring for modesty, and began fashioning makeshift cooling patches Dipping the strips in water, she placed them methodicallyhis feet, his neck, his forehead Her hands worked tirelessly, rubbing the cool fabric down his arms, over his chest, desperate to draw out the searing heat radiating from his body.

Her own sweat mingled with the dampness, streaking her face as she loosened the top buttons of his shirt, pressing the cloth to his collarbone, his neck.

Time became meaningless, a blur of labored breaths, whispered reassurances, and the relentless need to keep him tethered to the present.

But the fever wasnt the only battle.

Zazi...

he murmured, his voice cracked and barely audible.

No...

don't leave me...

---- The sheer pain in his half-conscious plea shattered her.

Her chest tightened, and tears pricked the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill.

He needed Zariyan, but he had just her.

Shh, she whispered, lowering herself closer to him.

It's alright, Damien.

I'm here.

Her arms encircled him as she straddled his.

trembling form, pulling his fevered body into her own warmth.

She rested her chin gently on the crown of his head, her lips brushing against his sweat- soaked hair as she murmured soft reassurances.

You're going to be fine.

I promise.noveldrama

Suddenly, his hand shot up, gripping her arm with startling force Alex froze, her breath catching in her throat.

His fever-bright eyes fluttered open, unfocused, lost in the haze of a fevered delusion.

Princess...

His voice was a desperate whisper, raw with longing.