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A giggle escaped her, followed by a hacking cough.

Forehead puzzled, Cassius looked downward. “What’s so funny?”

“I’m walking like an old lady.” She wavered, and he quickly steadied her.

“Cassius?”

He bent near, concern pleating the corners of his face.

“I’m sorry to be a burden.” Black spots danced before her vision, and the buzzing in her ears grew louder.

She closed her eyes but forced them back open.

The cottage was too far away.

Beatrice couldn’t do it.

She didn’t have one ounce of strength left.

As if sensing her dilemma, Cassius scooped her into his powerful arms.

“Thank—”

Then everything went blank.