CHAPTER FORTY TWO-LAST CHANCE

The click, click, click of the metal fan that was beating itself to death in the window blew the cool night air across Tessa’s face as it chased away the last of her fever. Blue eyes blinked up to it, and a puff of amusement shot from Haldir’s nose that even in a building full of witches, they couldn’t make it work right.

Pushing back the stray hairs from her cheek, he tucked them behind her ear before he leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Do you need anything before I go?”

Faint clicks of breaths echoed around her throat until her dry lips parted enough to answer. “I’m okay.”

With nothing but doubts in his mind, he pressed his head to hers and hoped he would see more hopeful things in her future. “I’ll be back tomorrow. You be a good girl until I come home, and we’ll go visit Father Michael if you want.”

The only sound escaping her mouth was the clucking, halted breaths that came