Wind battered the side of the cabin while Faye slept peacefully in Sterling's lap. She had fallen in and out of consciousness since Merrick had left. When Sterling returned to Everton, he would be sure to have her examined by the best doctors. Her constant sleeping and illness had become very worrisome.
How could someone so weak bear his child and survive? He had to make her better before he would allow her to give him an heir.
He lay the book he was reading on the table beside the bed. Faye's long blonde strands had fallen over her face, obscuring his view of her. He tenderly brushed her hair back and sighed. Staring at her peaceful expression. Her breath had evened out and was no longer ragged, and the fever had finally resided.
