“Speak up.”

“Yes, Professor Raine,” I mocked, plopping down on the couch.

My head wasn’t feeling too good…

“You did find something,” Raine persisted, his stare boring holes through my poor, aching forehead.

“No…nothing of importance,” I murmured, feeling a chill trickle down my spine.

“You look pale.”

“Firstly, thank you for the lovely compliment. I accept it with all graciousness. Secondly, I’m always pale,” I replied, wrapping my jacket around me tighter as the chills persisted.

“Are you feeling sick?”

I sniffed guiltily. “Maybe…”

“You think you have a fever?”

“Jesus, who died and left you matron?” I said, slightly irritated.

“No one,” Raine tartly replied, sitting down next to me.

“Move away. I’m perfectly fine,” I protested, drawing away from him.

“You need to be well for the funeral, Aidan.”

Dammit, this guy knows all my buttons!

“The hell…mind reader.”

“I am. Sit and wait for the thermometer.”

And for once, I thanked the flu for visiting me.