Kira's heart gave a sharp little lurch as her fingers brushed Derek's burning skin. "Oh, goddess," she breathed, pressing her palm gently to his forehead. "Derek, you're running a temperature."
She quickly sent for a maid to bring a bowl of water and a towel. She sat on a low stool in front of the couch and started to wipe down his skin, sending for Dr Lorenzo.
She placed a wet towel on Derek's forehead, wondering if this was the reason he had left the Wolf Council building so early, and she felt bad for thinking he was avoiding her.
A few moments later, Derek's eyes fluttered open, amber and hazy with sleep. For a long moment he simply stared at her, as if he was being delirious with fever. He blinked twice, waiting for the vision to dissolve the way all the others had.
