The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 1209

Rufus' POV:

Crystal was being tortured, not just by one, but by three different kinds of power. Her veins stood out on the back of her hands, and her body continued to burn.

I carried her back to the bed and prepared a basin of water to wipe her with. I needed to get her temperature down first.

No medicine could help her, and from what I had just seen, the painkillers didn't do much, either.

If Crystal's fever continued much longer, her body might burn to ashes before it could explode.

Towels were changed one after another, the basin emptied and refilled repeatedly. The blood curse was so potent that several towels caught sparks of flames as soon as they made contact with her skin. I couldn't even imagine the pain Crystal must be going through.

The blood stains on her body were cleaned, but she was sweating endlessly.

I stared at her face, twisted in agony, and my heart ached. I didn't even understand why I was reacting like that, but I was adamant about not letting her die. I refused to even entertain the possibility. If I could, I would have traded places with her in a heartbeat.

I wiped the sweat off her face in a loving caress. I didn't know what else to do. How could I comfort her? How could I make this better?

Words were of no use at this time. I just wish I could be the one in pain instead of her.

Damn that bastard, Lee! I will hunt him down and chop him into pieces!

At last, my words seemed to have reached her. Crystal cracked her eyes open ever so slightly, and managed to squeeze out a few words in her feeble voice. "Don't... Don't hurt them..."

As soon as she said that, her back arched up, and she let out a bloodcurdling scream. She flailed in the sheets and began scratching her arms again.

I quickly loomed over her and pinned her hands to the bed. "Crystal, hang in there. Please, just hold on. You'll be fine soon."

"No! Please kill me! It hurts too much." Crystal continued to scream and cry out, her body twisting this way and that. At some point, I grew scared she might bite her tongue and bleed to death.

As both my hands were engaged with holding her down, I felt I had no choice but to use my mouth. Without wasting another second, I swooped down and pressed my lips against hers.