Noah groaned and rolled over in bed, assessing if anything new hurt before opening his eyes. Alas, his bones were no longer liquefying from fever and nothing seemed to be aching. Thank Christ. He hadn't been sick like that in ages.

Hell, what day was it?

Instinctively, he reached out for Raven and found the bed empty, the sheets cool.

Vague memories of her force-feeding him chicken soup and aspirin sprang to mind. He remembered waking periodically to find her ...