"Adrienne. Adrienne, wake up", Lucas called urgently, shaking his mate slightly.

She moaned fretfully, brow furrowed, and seemed to be settling more deeply into her uneasy sleep.

Lucas didn't need to feel her skin to know she was burning up. He could feel it through the thin barrier of sheets tossed carelessly over her middle, in her attempt to throw them off during the night. Even so, he pressed an experimental palm to her forehead and winced. While she wasn't so hot that she could burn ...