"Hungry?"

        Themanagersmirkeddownather,asthoughamusedbyherposure.He''''''''dexpectedtears,maybefranticbegging.Instead,sheysteady,hereyesunnervinglycalm.

        Shelickedherlipsandnodded."Ihavesomewater?I''''''''mrunningafever."

        Foramomestared.Then,withaquiceatthestofirmtheyweresecured,hecrouchedandpressedthebackofhishandtoherforehead.

        "Youreallyareburningup."

        Hestoodabruptly,tugginghismaskbatopce.Withafewquickadjustments,helooseherestraintsjustenoughforhertositupright—nomore.

        "Eatfirst,"hesaid,retreatingtowardthedoor.Hisvoicewasmuffledthroughthemask."I''''''''llgetyousomemedie."Thenheslippedout,thedbehindhim.

        Reyashifted,reagforthetakeoutbag.Herfiyair,thetakeoutbaghtwoinchesbeyondreach.Themanagerhadclearlybeencautious,notgivioomuchfreedom.

        Sheletherhandfalndrolledhereyes.Exhaustiontuggedatherlimbs.Withashakybreath,sheyback,thesmellofgreasyfoodthitheroom,herfeverburninghotter.

        Thesttimeshe''''''''dburhfeverwasafterreturningfromdSilverRing''''''''spce—awholedayspenthalf-sciouswhileMoxiandLuhoveredatherbedside.

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