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“Was there a sound? A battle cry, or something from the shadow?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did you lose consciousness? Did it just stop attacking you?”
“Pearl?”
“What?”
“I know what you’re up to and I appreciate it, but I can’t fucking think.”
The curse word sent pleasure curling in her stomach before she got a grip and locked that sensation deep inside. Her arm tightened around his waist.
“We’re almost there,” she crooned, using the same soothing method on him. “You got this. You’ll be fine.” A pause, then, “Don’t you dare die on me, Mr. Prim.”
“I’ll haunt you if I do, Miss Bold.”
“Henry—”
“Kidding. I’m kidding. I’m fine. I’ll be fine. No haunting involved.”
“It’s not the time to joke,” she said sternly, even while it soothed her. His head moved to the side of her neck, nuzzling. Settling. His warm breath caressed, calming down her fast-beating heart and making her wish that this wasn’t a dangerous situation but just them leaning against each other on a regular occasion.
Oh, heavens, but how wrong she was, wasn’t she? And what a lie all that denial was, something that was crystal clear now.
Because Pearl was very, very attracted to Henry Lyra.
Chapter 6
The raging headache didn’t stop Henry from getting out of bed and having a hot shower. The shower put him in a worse mood as he tried to recall last night. When nothing clicked, he stumbled out even grouchier, then blinked when he found Pearl in front of him.
“Drink this.”
“What’s that?”
“Just drink.”
He eyed the green goo warily, then did as she asked. The thick drink nearly made him vomit, but he gulped down every drop and slammed the glass on the bedside table when his stomach heaved. He sat down on the bed and glowered in her direction.
“Again, what was that?”
“My very effective remedy, but you have to endure the symptoms for five minutes.”
“What—”
His stomach heaved again, then dipped so hard that he could only bend over and try not to curse. Still in his towel after his shower, he felt out of his element and vulnerable, two things he hated to feel. It made him want to seize control immediately. But he found there was no control when it came to Pearl’s potion. It took him on a wild ride—much like she would, probably.
Halt that musing.
The onslaught of sensations faded after five minutes as she promised, allowing him to retrieve his clothes. When she remained in the room, eyeing him expectantly, he lifted his chin.
“Would you let me get dressed in private?”
“Would you tell me how you’re feeling now?”
Oh.“Better. No more headaches. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she said graciously, then whirled around to face the bedroom door. But she didn’t leave. He gawked at her back in disbelief, then bit back a sigh when he turned around, too, to start getting dressed.
