Page 130 of Sorrow & Strangers

Oh? Is that so?

Gods, he is such an arrogant asshole.

Unknown

Finish yours first, and then we will discuss it.

I grumble and drink the second half of the potion. A cool wave washes through my body, like a healing balm on a burn. The effects of whatever I was given dissipate almost as if they were never there. The pain is gone, and I feel strong and well-rested.

Unknown

Good girl.

My stomach flutters.

Summer

The one for Alice.

Unknown

For a price.

I narrow my eyes at my phone, waiting for his terms. No doubt he will try to thoroughly fuck me over, but Alice doesn’t deserve to feel like this.

Unknown

Release the oath that keeps me from watching you.

I know we agreed he wouldn’t watch me. Why is that memory so fuzzy? What else have I forgotten?

Summer

Absolutely not.

Unknown

Do you want the potion, little fae?

I huff irritably and look at Alice. She has somehow managed to position Steve over her head as a sort of cold compress. He looks back at me, flicking his tongue contentedly.

“Al?” I call in a loud whisper.

She just groans in answer.

“How shit do you feel?” I ask, biting at my lower lip.

Alice’s groan is a little louder this time, and it ends on a whimper.

“So . . . you’re good?” I ask hopefully, desperate to avoid making a deal with the devil. Though given the devil is now an actual threat in my life, I guess that saying has even worse connotations.

“Shhh. No more talking,” she whispers, her voice suffused with pain. It seems that whatever the headmaster gave us has long since worn off.

“Fuck,” I curse under my breath.

Summer

What do you mean by watching me? Be specific.