" Shh." I squeeze his hand. His palm feels clammy. " We have to keep it down, okay? We don't want my dad coming in." He grits his teeth against more shivers. " Always knew I'd end up in your bed . . . and hear you say those words one day." He manages a smirk.Jeb snarls. " Unbelievable. Even when he's at death's door he's a tool." He arranges a pillow beneath Morpheus's neck. " Why don't you keep your mouth shut while we help you." Morpheus laughs weakly, his skin flashing with blue light. " What say Alyssa" --his breath rattles--" give my mouth something else to do? "