Off the hook

Chapter 17

Larissa's POV

It was my fault that he had a fever. If only I hadn't been so carried away playing in the rain, he would never had gotten sick. Even when he had me locked up, it was surprising that he wasn't well taken care of. It looked like no one gave him a hot shower.

I half expected for the alpha to say something mean yet again, but he said nothing. Instead he stood there in his sweats and with both arms folded, watching my every move while Gwen walked out of the room, leaving it to an awkward silence. I turned my attention back to Declan, running my fingers through his hair. Truly, it reminded me of honey. Except that his climbing temperature worried me.

"I don't think that's necessary." He finally spoke up, and I could pick up the grogginess in his usually demeaning tone. I looked back at him, shaking my head quickly but he clicked his tongue at me. "Take him to Annalise instead. She would be able to take care of him and give some medication."

'You should have thought