"Adrienne?"

Adrienne opened an eye that had been closed and stared at Lucas holding a breakfast tray and standing over her. She'd almost forgotten he was in the house. She wondered if he noticed the sheen of sweat on her or the ashen pallor of her face. She pushed herself to a sitting position and scooted backwards so that he could place the tray before her on the bed and still have ample space to sit himself.

She barely noted the taste of the berries she popped in her mouth as her kind ...