Chapter 167 Fever
Kyra’s eyes softened with concern as she touched Damon’s cheeks. "You have a fever," she murmured, worry etched across her face. Despite being a powerful dragon, Damon was still a living being who could feel pain and fall ill. She touched his forehead again, feeling the heat radiate from him.
Damon, his mind foggy with fever, hugged Kyra tighter, his rough cheek pressing against hers. "Damon..." she muttered, looking at him. His eyes were closed, and his hands kept rubbing her back and arms as if seeking comfort.
Seeing him in such a state was heart-wrenching, and the cold was intensifying, the temperature dropping to minus 90 degrees.
Kyra quickly leaned Damon against the cave wall. As she tried to pull away, he gripped her wrist and pulled her close again.
"Little thing..." he muttered, his voice soft and feverish. "I like you..." His words were barely audible, but Kyra didn’t catch them. Her attention was suddenly drawn to her back, where her mark seemed to be glowing. She felt a sudden wave of anxiety and hoped Vincent was okay. She tried to soothe the glowing mark with her hand, feeling a warm sensation spread through her.
The anxiety slowly ebbed away, but her heart ached with longing. "What happened to you, Vincent?" she thought, her eyes growing sadder. She missed them all, missed cuddling with her fluffy wolf, missed being in Vincent’s arms and blushing at his teasing words. She missed everyone.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them away, focusing on the present. Damon needed her now.
Kyra activated her space capsule, And put in the cave. She gently placed Damon’s hands around her neck, trying to support his weight and guide him inside. But he was so heavy that she almost fell, struggling to keep both of them steady.
With great effort, she managed to pull Damon into the capsule, securing him inside. She could feel his feverish breath against her neck, his weight pressing down on her as she finally got him to the bed. Exhausted, she collapsed beside him, catching her breath.