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        "Hungry?"

        Themanagersmirkeddownather,asthoughamusedbyherposure.He''''dexpectedtears,maybefranticbegging.Instead,sheysteady,hereyesunnervinglycalm.

        Shelickedherlipsandnodded."Ihavesomewater?I''''mrunningafever."

        Foramomestared.Then,withaquiceatthestofirmtheyweresecured,hecrouchedandpressedthebackofhishandtoherforehead.

        "Youreallyareburningup."

        Hestoodabruptly,tugginghismaskbatopce.Withafewquickadjustments,helooseherestraintsjustenoughforhertositupright—nomore.

        "Eatfirst,"hesaid,retreatingtowardthedoor.Hisvoicewasmuffledthroughthemask."I''''llgetyousomemedie."Thenheslippedout,thedoorlogbehindhim.

        Reyashifted,reagforthetakeoutbag.Herfingersctyair,thetakeoutbaghtwoinchesbeyondreach.Themanagerhadclearlybeencautious,notgivioomuchfreedom.

        Sheletherhandfalndrolledhereyes.Exhaustiontuggedatherlimbs.Withashakybreath,sheyback,thesmellofgreasyfoodthitheroom,herfeverburninghotter.

        Thesttimeshe''''dburhfeverwasafterreturningfromCosandSilverRing''''spce—awholedayspenthalf-sciouswhileMoxiandLuhoveredatherbedside.

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