Louis' POV
Lennox gently laid Anita down on her bed, and I stepped in to tuck the blanket around her. She sighed, her eyes fluttering shut, her breathing uneven and shallow. I reached out to touch her forehead—and cursed under my breath.
She was burning up.
"We should call the healer," I told my brothers.
"No… don't… I'm fine… it's normal for me to feel this way," Anita said weakly, her eyes still closed.
I exchanged a silent look with my brothers. None of us said a word. We just stood there, watching her.
"It's my turn to look after her… you two need to go out there and find out who that bastard is," Lennox said through gritted teeth.
"I'll question the men who were on duty," Levi offered.
Lennox nodded. "Good. And we need to set a trap. If he comes back, we take him down—"
"Can you three just stop it already?" Anita's voice sliced through the air, stronger than it had been just moments ago.
We froze.
