Gold-flecked eyes go wide, staring in utter surprise as Cian climbed into the bathtub and settled against him. The weight was slight and cool against Gaja’s feverish body. Blinking a few time, he finally exhaled a long breath and wrapped his arms more tightly around his savior.

He didn’t notice the wetness pooling in his eyes at the gesture.

But then worry sprang into them. He could burst into flame in seconds or days.

“The fire…”