"Are you sick, Luna?" Jace asked out of concern. He stared at Iris, who just got down from the carriage with the help of Cane. The color of her face was almost the same as her hair.
But, Iris missed the question since she wasn't looking in his direction. Hearing Jace, Cane pressed his knuckles to her forehead to feel her temperature. It was warm.
This sudden touch made Iris lift her head and look at him.
"Are you feeling unwell?" Cane asked lightly, not looking as concerned and watched how his mate shook her head profusely, as she moved slightly away from him, but he caught her hand and led them toward a small rickety hut. "She is fine," he said to his beta.
