Chapter 31

Revenge? Tools? Substitute? Roxanne couldn't understand any of what Lance was saying anymore. "What...?" She tried to speak but Lance sighed out loudly. "Damn, I think I might have spoken too much." He muttered underneath his breath, stating the obvious as reality finally dawned on him. Allowing his emotions run Wilde was indeed a dangerous card. He sighed out through his lips once more and turned to look in Roxanne's direction. Roxanne's eyes were heavy and Lance could see that her fever had returned. She was trying to fight it but he knew it was a losing battle. He leaned forward and placed his hand on her forehead. The heat burned his skin and he instantly removed it from contact with her. "Listen," He said in a gentle, yet firm voice. "You need to rest. If you keep in fighting this fever without any help from drugs you'll only worsen the situation and also if you don't take some time to recover." He paused for a moment before adding, "I can stay here while you sleep, if you'd like.