Chapter 81

Once she got back, Cora spiked a fever.

Her cheeks burned red, her lips were pale, and she drifted in and out of consciousness on the bed. The 10-foot-wide bed was buried under layers of soft, thick furs, threatening to swallow her whole.

Ragnar sat by the bed with a frosty expression, holding a bowl of medicine Orik had prepared. He tried to feed her the medicine, but nothing seemed to work.

His