Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 1009

He carried her to the guest bedroom just down the hall.

But the second they crossed the threshold, Claire wrestled herself free.

Felix was faster. Before she could bolt back out the door, he grabbed the back of her neck and pinned her flat against the heavy wood.

Claire spun around and slapped him across the face.

It was a heavy, vicious strike.

She poured every ounce of her remaining strength into it.

The sharp crack echoed loudly down the hallway, silencing the entire house.

Even the housekeeper was too terrified to peek out of the grandmother's room.

The air between them was practically vibrating with hostility.

Felix's massive frame went entirely rigid, but he didn't loosen his grip on her.

In a rare display of restraint, he swallowed his anger and tried to reason with her. "Your eyes are totally bloodshot. You don't want Grandma to wake up and see you looking like a ghost, do you? She'll just worry about you."

At the mention of the older woman, the fight drained completely out of Claire's body.

Ultimately, Felix had to half-carry her to the bed.

As she lay there, hot tears continuously spilled from the corners of her eyes.

She had heard every word the doctor had whispered to Felix earlier that day.

He had warned Felix to prepare for the worst. She didn't have much time left.

Claire couldn't bear the thought of losing her.

Old Mrs. Quigley was one of the only people in the world who had ever shown her genuine kindness.

In the dead of night, Claire's exhaustion finally caught up to her, and she spiked a terrifyingly high fever.

She tossed and turned, trapped in a delirious haze.

Through the fog, she felt a hand rest gently against her forehead to check her temperature.

The hand was cool, carrying the crisp chill of the late night. When it brushed against her burning skin, a tiny shudder ripped through her body.

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