Kaelen's POV
The night air felt cool against my exposed back as I held Seraphina close to my chest. Ronan and Orion flanked her sides, our combined body heat enveloping her like a living blanket. Despite our efforts, I could feel her continue to shiver. Her teeth chattered softly, and her skin remained clammy and cold.
"This isn't working fast enough," I muttered, pressing my palm to her forehead. "Her clothes are soaked through with sweat. They're keeping the chill against her skin."
Ronan's eyes met mine over Seraphina's head. "We need to get her out of these damp clothes."
"She needs direct skin contact," Orion agreed, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. "It's the fastest way to regulate her temperature."
I hesitated only briefly, torn between medical necessity and inappropriate desire. The doctor's instructions had been clear—keep her warm, keep her comfortable. Her health came before my discomfort or my brothers' jealousy.
