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... t was far from peaceful.
Her body alternated between burning fever and icy chills.
"Sweetheart, I’m so hot..."
"Sweetheart, I’m freezing..."
Her delirious murmurs tore at Sinclair’s heart, each word like a knife twisting in his chest.
But Iris had been clear—these were unavoidable aftereffects of the parasite transfer.
There was no remedy, no shortcut.
With a damp towel in hand, Sinclair patiently wiped her sweat-drenched skin, his movement ...
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