I carried a cup of water back to the dining room, but Caius wasn’t there.

Frowning, I set the cup down and walked to his room. The door creaked as I pushed it open.

He was wrapped tightly in a blanket, his body trembling beneath it.

“Oh my—” My chest tightened. Did he get sick so suddenly?

I rushed to his side and knelt by the bed. Placing a hand on his forehead, I whispered, “Are you sick?”

A low groan escaped him as he clutched the blanket to his neck. Tiny red dots peppered his ...