Queen of the Lycan by Karina Espinosa

Author:Karina Espinosa [Espinosa, Karina]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2021-02-25T16:00:00+00:00

I trudged back to the Queen’s chamber with just enough energy left to collapse in bed. My body ached and I was sweating profusely. Peeling off my shirt, I tossed it over the bed. I was glad Bash was already fast asleep, because I didn’t want to alarm him. I honestly didn’t know what was wrong with me. If I’d been poisoned, I needed to see someone soon before I got worse. Performing my duties would only get more difficult if my health declined.

Kicking my shoes off, I curled in on myself and fell asleep on top of the covers, my overheated body way too hot to climb underneath them.

My sleep was restless. All night long, I tossed and turned, waking up the next morning in a pool of sweat. I didn’t feel any better than I had the night before. If anything, I felt worse. I didn’t know how I didn’t wake Bash with all my flopping back and forth, or how he didn’t feel anything through the bond.

What the hell was going on?

Someone knocked at the door and I didn’t have the energy to call out for them to enter. I barely had enough strength to lift my head off the pillow. My eyes were blurry, and it felt as if I was drifting in a fog. The bedroom door opened and Ranulf poked his head in.

He took one look at me and shouted, “Yer Majesty!” Bash jerked awake. Ranulf darted toward my side of the bed and placed a cool hand to my forehead. “Yer burning up,” he stated flatly. “How long have ye been like this?”

Bash turned to face us and quickly sat up. “What’s wrong?” His expression fell and I knew he felt guilty for not catching on sooner.

“I think I must have a cold or the flu,” I mumbled breathlessly.

“That’s impossible; Lycan cannae get human illnesses,” Ranulf grunted as he pushed me gently back on the bed. “I’m calling Dr. Harris and the warlock to come see ye. Yer nae getting out of bed.” He pointed at me to stay put before leaving the room.

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I didn’t think I could move even if I wanted to. My body ached all over and all I could do was wrap my arms around myself and hold on.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Mackenzie?” Bash whispered as he brushed a lock of damp hair away from my sticky face.

“I thought I could sleep it off,” I muttered. “But now I think I’ve been poisoned. I think … maybe Fenrir’s claws were laced with something.”

“That’s how long you’ve been sick?” Bash asked, hurt and confusion clear on his face. I knew what he was thinking. If I was really that sick, why didn’t he feel it through our bond? I wondered the same thing.

“It’s okay, Bash.” I attempted to lift my hand and caress his face, but my arm went limp and fell back on the bed.

“It’s not okay!” he growled. “You could be dying!” He gripped the sheets, his jaw ticking in anger.

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