Mango pressed a damp cloth to Kieran's forehead, her fingers brushing the scorching skin.
Mango knelt down closer beside the bed, her palm hovering just above Kieran's chest, then shifting to Autumn's. Her fingers trembled slightly, though she willed them to stay steady. The faint golden glow pulsed between her hands, then dimmed."Still in sync," she whispered, voice tight with worry.
Dax stood at the threshold, arms folded, brows drawn in a deep line. His gaze flicked from Kieran's pale face to the dark circles beneath Mango's eyes. "Is that good or bad?"
"Their fevers aren't breaking," Mango muttered, more to herself than to Dax, who now hovered near the doorway, unsure whether to enter or just stand there. "Their bodies are fighting it, but the demonic poison isn't just physical, I guess. It's in his blood. In her now, too.Its healing, then again relapsing.I am not quite sure what's going on! "
