~SINCLAIR~

She began intense shivering in the middle of the night, but her skin was blazing to the touch. He kept at mopping the beads of sweat that kept forming, scared to death even though Alaric had promised no harm would come to her.

There was still a psychopath that resided in him, though. A psychopath that admitted to himself that he enjoyed washing and changing her. He loved holding her and brushing her hair from her face, that fool.

And in the wee hours of the ...