Logan screaming her name brought Willow out of her stupor and she slammed the
door, running back into the bedroom. He was shaking and sweating profusely. She
remembered the strange, glowing light Darien’s touch had produced and she knew
what it was, but that wasn’t necessarily a relief. Darien had wished Logan well, had
used his healing power without even knowing it, but Alveda d’Kai healing powers
were tricky and very specific. Darien had said, “Let that nasty stuff you ate work
out of your system.” Willow could only imagine what that entailed.

“Willow, I think I’m gonna be sick,” Logan muttered, sitting up and clutching at his
stomach.

She grabbed the trash can by the side of her bed and handed it to him just as he
threw up violently. She put her hand on his shoulder in consolation, but withdrew it
immediately. His skin was so hot! Waves of heat emanated off of his body. She ran
into the bathroom and got a washcloth, dousing it in cold water. Great. Darien had
attempted to heal him by saying the poison needed to get out of his system. The
body rid toxins in two ways. By throwing up and sweating it out. So Darien had
tried to cure his poisoning with a high-grade fever. Fry his brain instead. That just
made everything so much better.

She flew into the bedroom and placed the cold cloth to Logan’s forehead as he
flopped back against the pillows with a groan. He was shivering so badly that his
teeth were chattering.

“I’m freezing,” he whispered, trying to tug the covers up around him.

“You have a really bad fever, Logan,” she said. “We have to get it down.” She
flipped the washcloth over and went to apply it again, but he lunged out of bed
and grabbed the trashcan as he got sick for the second time. She went into the
bathroom, wet the washcloth again, and applied it to the back of his neck as he
hung his head over the waste basket.

This routine repeated about five times until he had absolutely nothing left to throw
up unless his stomach and intestines decided they wanted to come out as well. He
collapsed against the bed, exhausted and still shaking and sweating, but his skin
no longer felt like it was on fire.

Willow cleaned up and put the washcloth in the bathroom, then returned to the
bedroom and pulled the covers over him.

He winced. “I’m so cold,” he whispered.

She looked down at him and her heart ached at seeing him so helpless and
miserable. Without thinking, she flung the covers aside and crawled into bed
beside him, pulling him into her arms. This was her fault. This had happened to
him because she’d left him alone, unsuspecting, having no idea of what he was or
what he was up against. The least she could do was offer him some kind of
comfort. “Is that better?” she asked.

He snuggled against her and nodded, even though he still shivered. “Willow,” he
rasped, “I don’t want to die.”

“You’re not going to die,” she murmured. “I won’t let you.”

“I’m scared,” he admitted. “Don’t leave.”

A lump clogged her throat and she closed her eyes, tightening her arms around
him. This man was the most arrogant, self-absorbed person she’d ever met in her
life. He was strong, masculine, athletic, and alpha in the worst way…and here he
was, trembling in her arms and admitting he was scared like a little boy. It broke
her heart in about ten different ways. “I won’t go anywhere,” she promised.

He slipped an arm around her waist and let out a dry, weak laugh. “Are you going
to kiss me now?”

She smirked. “You wish,” she teased.

“Come on, it could be my last request.”

“Not a chance.” She tangled her fingers in his hair. “How about this, if you make it
through this, I’ll owe you one.”

He croaked another chuckle. “Now that’s my kind of incentive.”

She smiled and absently ran her hand across his back in lazy patterns. “Close
your eyes, Logan,” she soothed. “You need to get some rest.”

“Don’t leave.” He tightened his hold on her as if to keep her pinned there.

“I won’t.” She pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Please sleep.” She had never
been more relieved than when she felt his body relax against hers, stop trembling,
and she heard him breathing deep and rhythmic. It was only then that she lost it
and cried.
Logan Savage is a man's man. His idea of a good time has never
included watching over and entertaining a bunch of kids at a
summer camp. Especially when that camp happens to be full of
kids with a love for mythology and medieval fantasy. In other
words-a bunch of geeks. Unfortunately, in order to avoid a jail
sentence for assaulting a cop, that's exactly what he has to do.
Head counselor and owner of the camp, Willow Avaris, is a nice
surprise. Beautiful, fiery and sexy... Too bad she loathes his very
existence. Plus, the kids are making his life a living nightmare.
Could the summer get any worse?

Bravery and strength were things Logan always thought he had in
spades, but as the summer goes on, and strange, surreal events
take place around the camp, Logan is forced to look within himself
and figure out what's important to him. It's safe to remain the
self-absorbed, shallow man he's always been, but can he find the
courage to reach inside and embrace the true warrior he was
meant to become?
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Warrior's Rise
Brieanna Robertson