The door to Marcus's room closed with a soft click behind us. Despite my insistence that he needed rest, there was a quiet tension humming between us as we entered the dimly lit room.
"You should lie down."
I said, helping him toward the massive bed that dominated the room.
Marcus's arm remained firmly around my shoulders, his body felt warm against my skin.
"I've spent enough time lying down."
He murmured, his voice low and rough against my ear.
I guided him to sit on the edge of the bed, then stepped back to examine him. The gray traces where the poison had run were already fading, and his eyes, those intense golden eyes that had captivated me from the beginning burned with something that had nothing to do with fever.
"How are you really feeling?" I asked, crossing my arms as I studied his face.
A slow, dangerous smile spread across his lips.
"Better by the second."
I narrowed my eyes. "The healer said you need at least three days of complete rest."
