With her heart in her hand, Anastasia rushed inside the room to see Kaizan. She saw that he was lying on the bed, still unconscious, mumbling something about getting out of his head. He was thrashing his head against the pillow. His forehead was dripping with sweat.
"Call the healers," Anastasia instructed the guard. Then she turned to see Darla who was crying. She was trying to hold Kaizan's head in place, but the vokudlak was almost to the point of convulsing. Tears burned the back of her eyes and even as she tried to blink them away, they rolled out. She felt guilty for letting that tiny bit of suspicion about Kaizan enter her mind. Ileus was right. Kaizan was too loyal to be thought of as untrustworthy even for a second.
Seeing his state, Anastasia felt a pang of pain in her heart. She went to sit beside him and whispered, "Kaizan, Kaizan." She placed her hand on his forehead, which was burning.
