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        "Hungry?"

        Themanagersmirkeddownather,asthoughamusedbyhercomposure.He''dexpectedtears,maybefranticbegging.Instead,shelaysteady,hereyesunnervinglycalm.

        Shelickedherlipsandnodded."CanIhavesomewater?I''mrunningafever."

        Foramoment,hejuststared.Then,withaquickglanceatthechainstoconfirmtheyweresecured,hecrouchedandpressedthebackofhishandtoherforehead.

        "Youreallyareburningup."

        Hestoodabruptly,tugginghismaskbackintoplace.Withafewquickadjustments,heloosenedtherestraintsjustenoughforhertositupright—nomore.

        "Eatfirst,"hesaid,retreatingtowardthedoor.Hisvoicewasmuffledthroughthemask."I''llgetyousomemedicine."Thenheslippedout,thedoorlockingbehindhim.

        Reyashifted,reachingforthetakeoutbag.Herfingersclawedatemptyair,thetakeoutbaghoveringtwoinchesbeyondreach.Themanagerhadclearlybeencautious,notgivinghertoomuchfreedom.

        Sheletherhandfallandrolledhereyes.Exhaustiontuggedatherlimbs.Withashakybreath,shelayback,thesmellofgreasyfoodthickintheroom,herfeverburninghotter.

        Thelasttimeshe''dburnedwithfeverwasafterreturningfromCoolEarringsandSilverRing''splace—awholedayspenthalf-consciouswhileMoxiandLucianhoveredatherbedside.

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