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Devon turned to her as he said his name. She had lost consciousness once more. He was by her side in an instant and placed his hand on her forehead. She was burning up again. He sat down and took that wet rag and daubed it on her forehead, wiping the tears from her face then daubing her wrists. He didn't know if she was conscious enough to still understand him.
"Lark. You don't understand. Whether you think so or not, I'd do anything you asked." he whispered. He smiled and shook his head. "I really have gone soft. I've allowed a little bird to hook her talons in me." he chuckled dryly to himself. He'd taken over for Sheryl today. She claimed she needed rest. He did too, but he couldn't bring himself to. Not until her fever finally broke. That woman had known this.
"Get better soon, Lark." he murmured, replacing the cold rag on her hot forehead. He sat back. All he could do now was watch and wait.

The longer Devon stayed by her side the worse she began to get. Her fever climbed higher than it had before. Finally he pulled out his cell to call that doctor. By the time he arrived she was so much worse. He loomed over the man as he looked over Lark once more. He could tell that made the doctor nervous but he didn't care. He just wanted her well. After giving her something to lower the fever he stood.
"She needs to rest as much as possible. If it were safe I'd say to take her to a hospital but moving her now would not be a good thing. You'll have to let her rest and hope for the best." he advised.
So Devon paced the room. Re-fixing the blanket around her and replacing the rag often until her fever finally broke.

Devon turned as she spoke. He was tired but very relieved that she was no longer fevered. Now if they could get her strength up they wouldn't have to worry anymore. Right now she was too weak even to recognize him. For now he didn't really care who she thought he was.
He took the thermos from the table. The contents were no longer warm anymore. So he grabbed the water instead. Gently, he helped lift her up. "Drink this." he said.

Devon's lips quirked up in a smirked. Mommy? He chuckled. "Don't worry Lark. Rest. I'll be back." he told her. He doubted she would even notice his absence for long. She needed food.
Grabbing the thermos he when downstairs. It was about five minutes before he returned with a bowlful of warm liquid. "You still awake?" her murmured, looking down on her weak form.

Devon flinched at her words. What monster did she mean? Him? Or the one that kidnapped her? Well, he was the only one that she'd seen more than once. Sitting down, he lifted her into a sitting position. She was so light it was no trouble at all to hold her up.
"Lark. I'm not your mother." he sighed, It was a unless this to say, but there was no taking it back now. "Think you can hold this down?"
The bowl of soup was placed in her lap. She seemed too weak to even hold her own spoon. So he brought the spoon to her lips. "You don't have to worry about monsters anymore. I told you I wouldn't let anything harm you. Not while I'm alive." he said, filling the air with his own talk. He hoped to bring her out of her daze. And if it didn't then maybe it would at least help her relax.

Devon answered her first question bluntly. "You don't have to worry about him. He's dead." Once she finished the first spoonful he brought the next one up. There was no easy way to answer her second question. Frankly, he wasn't sure how. It wasn't like he sat around talking about feelings all day.
He sighed and looked down at Lark's face. "Because... I can't bare the thought of anything happening to you." he said quietly. It was part of the truth.

Devon looked away. "Strange huh? I don't fully understand it myself." he started. He paused as he thought about why he felt the way he did. Two days. The first he had been angry that she had stumbled on her. Thinking now he had never been angry at her. He been angry he let his guard down. When she begged him to let her go, he felt that she would tell anyone a thing. That she was trustworthy, and ever since she was on his mind. He already planned protection and claim responsibility for her. Before he knew it, she was under his skin.
It was like his father had said happened with his wife. His mate. She was a different kind of woman but the reaction was the same. He wanted to reject the idea but he couldn't. And he could bring himself to lie to Lark either.
"It means I've fallen for you Lark. It doesn't make sense, but I have. There is no one else for me." he stated, and chuckled dryly. "You are mine. And I am yours... if you'll have me."