Sibyl’s POVThe rain and the sadness left me speechless, and my pale lips quivered."Doyle..." I looked at Manolo and cried even harder."Don't be afraid, where is he? You take me to his room." Manolo's voice is soft and powerful.I stood shivering, pointing in the direction of Doyle's house, and then I ran ahead, regardless of the mud and water on my dress.Manolo followed me closely and grabbed my arm just as I was about to fall."Doyle..." when I got to Doyle's room, I smelled something musty. His servants stood at the door, their faces sad and their heads bowed.I pushed the servants aside and went to Doyle's bed.Doyle's cheeks were red with fever. He closed his eyes, furrowed his brow, and uttered a low voice of pain."Open the south window. He needs some fresh air," Manolo told his servant. He went to bed, touched Doyle's forehead, frowned, and said, “He's had a fever for at least two days.”“Doyle... Doyle...” I called his name softly, but he couldn't open his eyes. His body t
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