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The voices were so muffled, I couldn’t tell who was talking, except for Noctus—if it really was Noctus. I felt his voice in my bones as his chest vibrated when he spoke.
“Chloe? Can you hear me? It’s safe to change into your human form,” Noctus said.
I mashed my head into his jaw.
I just want to sleep.
“—need to get her back to her apartment.”
“Can’t you heal her?”
“There’s no bond without the collar.”
“Her sister lives in the same building. We should be able to alert her.”
“Try dribbling some potion on her head. Her skin might absorb it and at least kickstart healing whatever’s got her ill.”
Something wet wiped my back.
“I’d advise against licking her, Ker. We don’t know what happened to her.”
Nothing happened. I messed up and let myself get distracted. If Charon ever found out about it, he’d make me climb stairs for an entire week of practice.
I was starting to think it really was Noctus holding me, and it was Aristide and Charon I could hear. But the hours of my unattended head injury had only made the nausea worse, and the aching pain in my head had sharpened to a knife-like sensation.
I needed a fae potion. I wanted Pat and Joy. Or my mom and dad.
What about Noctus?
The dangerous thought rang through my aching head, and a pained breath of air wheezed out of me.
“Chloe?”
I was pulled back from my warm nook.
Half dreading what I would see, I cracked an eye open.
Noctus, impeccably dressed in a tailor-made suit with his artfully styled golden hair and perfect face that was marred by a tiny line between his eyebrows—one that I knew meant he was worried—studied me.
He’s here. He’s really here. I’m safe. Noctus is here.
With that reassurance, the tension that had been keeping me awake evaporated, and I sagged in Noctus’s arms, falling asleep.
* * *
When I woke up,I was sitting on my own bed, wrapped in blankets.
“Come on, Chloe. Drink.” Noctus was crouched next to my bed, holding a saucer that had a pink colored liquid poured into it.
He bumped the saucer against my mouth, getting my nose wet.
I licked my nose off and recognized the fizzy drink as one of the three fae potions from the shoebox I’d hidden in my closet. I’d purchased a lower grade fae potion; it tasted like cream soda and fizzed on my tongue.
He brought me home? He brought me home, and he dug out a fae potion from my closet—this is the best possible outcome I could have ever hoped for. But…how did we get in the building?
My thoughts were slow—clearer, but cumbersome.
How did he even find out I was in trouble? Did those elves tell him?
