“She’s not going to swallow anything. We might have to hook her up to an IV. Perhaps we should ring the doctor.”
“No,” North said quickly. The fewer people that knew she was here, the better. “I can get that stuff.”
“You realized I just told her sister that I didn’t have her.”
“Ahh, you did?”
“Yes. And Zander promised to rain hell down on me if I did have her kidnapped.”
North shrugged. “He can try.”
He wouldn’t succeed though.
“Fuck. What a fucking mess. Get the stuff. Now.”
17
Jared placed the back of his hand on Angie’s forehead.
Damn it.
She felt really hot. He searched through the First-Aid kit for a thermometer and took her temperature.
101.
Okay, not as bad as he’d first thought but still not good.
“Come on, baby girl. You need to drink some water.”
“Buggar off, poop-farter.”
Hmm. Clearly delirious. No one had ever said anything like that to him before.
“It’s Jared, actually.”
“Don’t lie.” She pointed a finger at him. “I knows you aren’t Jared. He doesn’t like me no more.”
“Anymore,” he corrected.
“Yeah, none of the mores. He don’t like me none of the mores.”
It was strange, but he could kind of understand what she was saying.
“Actually, the opposite is true,” he told her.
He figured she wouldn’t remember anything he said right now.
“Come on, baby girl,” he tried to coax her.
“No. I’m gonna die.”
A surge of concern filled him. Then he stifled it. She was just being dramatic.
Because that was not happening. Not on his watch.
“Yes, you are.”
“Nuh-uh.”
