His words were chattering through his teeth, which was just her name. He came through the doorway without hers or Gabe's permission. Wherever the tree was, he knew he would be ready to send him back out. He played up the drowned animal act, even though he could feel the back of his throat turn scratchy and his body ache. Lust would skin him for being out in this storm.
He tried to speak again but the sneeze stopped him. He was practically dripping his skin off on their floor the way his clothes plastered against his body.