CHAPTER 94. An adopted Davies
“Val!” Nick didn't know how he stifled that cry, but he reached her in a second and lifted her in his arms, laying her on the bed. “Val, for God's sake!”
He shook her as gently as his nerves would allow and felt his soul return to his body when he saw her react a little.
“Nick?”
“Troublemaker! Thank God! What's wrong, baby? What are you feeling?
Valeria put a hand to her head and shook it slowly.
“I—I don't know... I was just coming to bed… I think. My blood sugar must be low, it's nothing.