chapter1183

Stella touched Joshua's forehead. His skin was warmer than usual, but thankfully, he wasn't running a fever.

She let out a quiet sigh of relief, though a pang of guilt crept into her heart.

The air in Germany was always damp, and last night's persistent rain had left everything cold and clammy. The floor was practically icy. Original content can be found at find novel net

And she'd made Joshua sleep on the floor.

Honestly, even if she'd tried it herself, she'd probably have caught a cold after one night down there, never mind someone else.

If Joshua fell ill at a time like this, it wouldn't just jeopardize their escape from Germany-dodging their pursuers would become nearly impossible.

Stella closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.

After a brief pause, she opened them again.

She straightened out the blankets on the bed, then walked back to where Joshua lay.

No matter what, she needed to get him off the floor and onto the bed before the cold got to him any more than it already had.

But Joshua was tall and broad-shouldered, nearly as big as Haynes. Even though Stella had been working out lately, hauling a man his size was no easy feat.

After several attempts that left her sweating, she finally managed to pull Joshua upright.

That was when he stirred awake.

He opened his eyes slowly. "What's going on?"

His voice was hoarse, nothing like the clear, steady tone she was used to hearing from him.

Seeing him awake, Stella straightened, alert. "Joshua, how are you feeling? Can you stand? Let's get you onto the bed for a bit."

He looked at her, his gaze strange-gone was the bright clarity she knew. In its place was a cold, unsettling shadow, like the gloomy weather outside.

He murmured, "...Alright."

Stella helped him onto the bed. "Joshua, does your head still hurt?"

He answered sluggishly, "Yeah."

She asked, "Did you bring any medication with you? Or is there something you usually take for this?"

After a moment, Joshua replied, "It's an old problem. Medicine doesn't help."

Stella nodded. "In that case, just rest

gets

for now. I'll go out and get us some breakfast. Is there anything

anything

want?" s

Joshua shook his head faintly.

"Okay, just get some rest. I'll be back soon."

With that, Stella left the room.

She waited until the door had clicked shut behind her before she took out her phone and dialed Harold's number.

They'd exchanged contacts the last time he'd helped her deal with Q.

Harold's cheerful voice answered, "Ms. Cameron, need my help with another tech issue?"

Stella walked toward a quiet corner. "No, actually. I wanted to ask you about Joshua."

Harold's tone immediately changed. "What's wrong with him?"

Stella said, He's not himself these past couple of days. He keeps complaining of headaches..."

Harold cut in, "Did he kill someone?"

Stella paused for two seconds. "... Yes. He did."

Harold's eye twitched.

Damn it, it was happening again Joshua's old problem.

During these Spells, Joshua could be et

cold-blooded and dangerously

unstable. Years ago, Rachel had caught a glimpse of him like this and fled back to Neo-Vespera in terror She'd rather get entangled with a married man than stay near Joshua, terrified he might lose control and take her down with him. s

And it wasn't just Rachel-even Harold, who usually stuck by

Joshua's side, knew to keep biel

distance during these episodes. s

Now Stella was alone with Joshua in this state...

It was dangerous. Very dangerous.