His lips are moving with murmured words I can’t understand, and now I’m truly worried. I’m worried about him. I let the thought sink in for a moment before placing a gentle hand on his shoulder and nearly gasping at the heat of his skin. He’s burning up. “Kai,” I say softly, not wanting to startle him. Nothing. “Kai.” I speak his name louder this time, shaking his shoulder to try to shake him from his nightmare. He cries out again, and I nearly do the same. Now I’m panting, panicking, pleading with him to wake up so we can go back to bantering instead of begging him to open his eyes.
