Damien Valerius sat on the edge of the bed, his brow furrowed. He'd had someone check—Aurora Sterling hadn't consumed any drugged beverages. Even the Long Island Iced Tea she had at the end was just a normal cocktail, and she'd only taken a single sip.
He placed his hand on Aurora Sterling's forehead. She was burning up, her fever dangerously high.
Damien Valerius's brow knitted even tighter. His little wildcat had been drinking non-alcoholic beverages all night. She'd only had a single sip of a cocktail before ending up like this.
'So, could the alcohol be what caused this?'
'Is it possible she has a severe allergy to alcohol?'
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Damien Valerius worried about what might happen if her fever continued to rage. He decided to call a doctor.
Just then, Aurora's small hand suddenly shot out and gripped his cooler one tightly. Before Damien could even register his surprise, she had already pressed his hand against her own feverish cheek.
