Maddie whimpered quietly and I froze.

“Maddie, princess?” I called her quietly.

“Is she okay?” Will asked, his voice laced with worry.

I lifted her head gently and saw that she was still asleep. Her brows were furrowed and there were little beads of sweat on her forehead.

My heart started racing. Was she having a nightmare? Was she dreaming about me leaving her?

“Maddie?” I called her, my voice trembling. “Wake up, princess. I am here.”

I leaned in to place a kiss on her forehead and my heart stopped beating.

She was burning up.

“Fuck,” I cried out as I placed a hand on her forehead.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

“What’s wrong?” Will asked as he crouched next to us.

“She is burning up,” I mumbled. “Go get the doctor.”

Will jumped up and ran out of the room.

“Maddie?” I called her a bit louder. “Wake up, princess, please.”

She groaned quietly and opened her beautiful eyes. I cupped her cheeks and kissed the tip of her nose.

“Hi, my love,” I said, trying to stop myself from shaking. “What’s wrong, princess? What hurts?”

She looked around and furrowed her brows a little.

“My head,” she mumbled so quietly I barely heard her.

Fear washed over me and I could feel every muscle in my body clenching. She was sick? What the hell was wrong? I was going to fucking lose it.

“It’s okay, my love,” I said, trying to remain as calm as possible. “I am here. I will make it all better.”

“Dimitri,” she mumbled my name quietly.

“Yes, princess,” I said as I kissed her cheek. “I am here.”

“I love you,” she said. “I am sorry for what I did.”

My heart clenched painfully.

“No, no, no, Maddie,” I said, shaking my head furiously. “You’ve done nothing wrong. Nothing, do you hear me? I fucked up. I let my anger get the better of me, but I wasn’t angry at you.”

She gulped and closed her eyes again.

“I love you, my princess,” I added, my voice breaking slightly. “Rest, okay? The doctor will be here soon.”

I placed her head back on my chest and took a deep breath.

What was wrong with my love? I needed to know and I needed to fix it. I hated that she was in pain. I had to stop it. I fucking had to.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE – What To Do?