Chapter 38: Asthma

Nixon Walker lowered his head and pressed his mouth to hers. There was nothing romantic about the kiss. He only wanted to give Belle Shadboult mouth-to-mouth. If she couldn't breathe on her own, he'd breathe for her. Her breaths grew ragged. Her face flushed scarlet, veins standing out on her neck. She began to shove at Nixon on instinct, and he had to pin her wrists. Then, all at once, she went still beneath him. A jolt of dread shot through him. He pushed up and looked hard at her. Her eyes...