Chapter 38

He must’ve dozed off shivering, because someone was gently shaking him awake. He blinked and smiled, expecting Cassandra, but it was Tanner’s younger sister, crouched low in her pretty floral dress so her face was even with his. Her big blue eyes were wide and sincere with concern.

“Are you all right?” she asked, and her voice, her face was just as beautiful and earnest and genuinely worried as Tanner’s had ever been. “I saw you leave from the stage. Are you sick?”

“No,” Aiden said. He tried to sit up, but her left hand was resting gently on the side of his head and it was like a boulder, holding him down.

“You don’t look well.” She pressed her lips together anxiously then plucked at one of the lapels of his suit jacket, pulling it far enough aside to see his soaked dress shirt underneath. Her pretty eyes widened even more. “Oh, sweetheart—you shouldn’t be fighting it like this. Look what you’ve done to yourself.”