Iain followed him over to the chair, laying the back of his hand on Lachlan's forehead. It was sweaty and warm, and he had to stop himself from letting out a few curses. He went into the kitchen and got a glass of ice water, sitting it on the table nearest the chair.
"Lachlan," he said, voice calm but serious. "I need to ask you something, and please, tell me the truth. Have you started using again?"