Taste of revenge

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Chapter Twenty-Nine
Noelle

T here's heat. Scorching, blistering heat. A sheen of sweat envelops my
entire body and I feel each and every droplet as it makes its way down
my skin.
My breathing feels heavy, my throat numb with pain as everything
inside of me boils to an infernal crescendo.
"Noelle!" I think I hear my name in the distance, but I don't feel capable
of moving.
In fact, I don't feel capable of anything but lying down, seeking some
solace from the pain that threatens to overtake me.
"Noelle, open the door!"
More noise. There's so much noise. Loud knocks, and deafening bangs.
They all seek to make me even more uncomfortable as a sharp pain erupts
in my head.
"No," a moan is wrenched from my lips as I feel foreign hands touching
my body.
"Noelle, can you hear me?"
It's that voice. The same voice as before.
Such a pretty voice...unlike mine.
"Shit, you're burning up," the owner of the voice curses, and then his
hands are once more on my skin.
Somehow, his cool touch makes it better—it makes everything better.
He brushes the back of his hand across my forehead, swiping my damp
hair aside as he tries to assess me.

My strength is almost nonexistent as I push myself to open my eyes,
finding unusually blue ones gazing back at me.
"Noelle," my name on his lips feels like a decadent treat, and I can't
help the whimper that escapes me as I burrow closer into his arms, feeling
his body snug against mine.
"Please," my voice is ragged as I utter the word, though what I'm asking
him, I don't know.
"What's wrong with you?" He demands sharply, before catching himself
and softening his tone as he gently inquires where I'm hurting.
I shake my head at him, not quite understanding his meaning.
My entire brain is foggy, and it is with great effort that I remember who
he is.
Raf—my husband.
"Raf," I call out his name at the height of my delirium.
"I'm here," he coos, bringing me closer to his chest.
"Raf, my Raf, forgive me please," I continue to utter nonsense after
nonsense, feeling myself slip.
My hold on reality is feeble at best, and as I feel him lift me in his arms,
and then taking me out of the house and to the car, I realize how hard it is to
hold on.
"Raf..."
My eyes snap closed.
One.
Two.
Three.
The world shifts.