little.” He shrugged. “Felt a little drunk in the morning.”
“Is there any aspirin? My head is killing me.” She rubbed at the painful throb in her temples.
“I didn’t get a headache.” He approached her bedside.
“Whoa there, buddy. I don’t have any desire to play doctor.” Although the thought did hold some appeal, she’d never admit it, especially given how much she hurt.
“Let me check your eyes. No funny business, I swear.”
Sensing his genuine concern, she caved. “Fine.”
Arawn sat on the edge of the bed and leaned in. His striking charcoal orbs caught and held her attention. Warmth trickled down her solar plexus at the invasion of his tender energy, and then she clasped her hand over her eyes with fright. “Where are my glasses?”
He patted the nightstand. “Right here. You didn’t need them while you slept.”
She peeked between her fingers, and he flashed a gentle smile.
“May I?” He motioned to her face.
“Yes.” His aura held gold and orange, kindness and fierce protectiveness, a vision she could live with for the moment.
He leaned closer and checked her eyes then retreated. “Don’t be alarmed, but I want to call Sage.”
“Why?”
“Your pupils are severely dilated. I can hardly see any of your spectacular blue.” He forced the corners of his mouth back. “Maybe too much of Sage’s herbs? It could explain the headache.”
“I feel like I got run over by a train,” she confessed. “But I’ve been having these headaches for weeks. This is the worst one yet.”
Kane approached them with a steaming cup in his hand. “We’re fresh out of IV bags. Hope this is okay.”
Trinity sat up and accepted the warm mug.
“I took a guess…double cream, double sugar?” He grinned. “If not, I can make another one.” Kane’s aura emanated gold and green, another beautiful energy she could handle with ease.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to come across as so bitchy. This is perfect, thanks.” She blew against the steamy brew and sipped a mouthful. Sweet and creamy, the taste of perfection. She swallowed, and a hostile reaction took hold. Her stomach churned. “This may not be such a good idea after all.” She gripped the cup with disappointment. “Damn, it tasted good.”
“It’s okay, princess.” Arawn patted her hand. “After Sage’s herbal roofie, I found myself pretty disoriented, too.”
Trinity giggled, and then winced at the sudden escalation of pain in her head.
“We need to get Sage, now.” Arawn took her cup and placed it on the table. He eased her back and settled her pillow around her head with gentle movements.
She let her eyelids flutter closed, but it seemed like she’d just drifted off when a knock at the door startled her awake.
Kane opened the door and let Sage and Cemil into the villa.
“Hey.” Cemil took a few steps, and then halted. He gripped Sage’s arm and stared at Trinity, his face paling. He cringed and then shook his head. His knuckles whitened around his walkie-talkie.
“What is it?” Sage rubbed his shoulder as lines of concern fanned out from her bright eyes.
Trinity sat up and patted her face then smoothed back her hair. Surely she couldn’t be that hideous in the morning? “What’s wrong?”
“The pain.” Cemil shook his head and shivered.
“It’s really bad?” Sage’s confusion alarmed Trinity.
“What’s going on?” She winced again, agony rippling through her brain, and she dropped back onto her pillow. She grabbed the glasses from her bedside table and eased them on with shaking fingers. “I can’t tune anything out.”
The siblings approached the bed, and Sage sat at her side.
“Did you overdose her with the herbs?” Arawn stood on the opposite side of the bed, his voice low and serious.
“No, this isn’t herbal. Something is wrong.” Sage took her hand. “Tell us what you remember.”
Trinity searched her foggy brain. “Tea, salad, stone, wings—” She jolted. “My
“Is there any aspirin? My head is killing me.” She rubbed at the painful throb in her temples.
“I didn’t get a headache.” He approached her bedside.
“Whoa there, buddy. I don’t have any desire to play doctor.” Although the thought did hold some appeal, she’d never admit it, especially given how much she hurt.
“Let me check your eyes. No funny business, I swear.”
Sensing his genuine concern, she caved. “Fine.”
Arawn sat on the edge of the bed and leaned in. His striking charcoal orbs caught and held her attention. Warmth trickled down her solar plexus at the invasion of his tender energy, and then she clasped her hand over her eyes with fright. “Where are my glasses?”
He patted the nightstand. “Right here. You didn’t need them while you slept.”
She peeked between her fingers, and he flashed a gentle smile.
“May I?” He motioned to her face.
“Yes.” His aura held gold and orange, kindness and fierce protectiveness, a vision she could live with for the moment.
He leaned closer and checked her eyes then retreated. “Don’t be alarmed, but I want to call Sage.”
“Why?”
“Your pupils are severely dilated. I can hardly see any of your spectacular blue.” He forced the corners of his mouth back. “Maybe too much of Sage’s herbs? It could explain the headache.”
“I feel like I got run over by a train,” she confessed. “But I’ve been having these headaches for weeks. This is the worst one yet.”
Kane approached them with a steaming cup in his hand. “We’re fresh out of IV bags. Hope this is okay.”
Trinity sat up and accepted the warm mug.
“I took a guess…double cream, double sugar?” He grinned. “If not, I can make another one.” Kane’s aura emanated gold and green, another beautiful energy she could handle with ease.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to come across as so bitchy. This is perfect, thanks.” She blew against the steamy brew and sipped a mouthful. Sweet and creamy, the taste of perfection. She swallowed, and a hostile reaction took hold. Her stomach churned. “This may not be such a good idea after all.” She gripped the cup with disappointment. “Damn, it tasted good.”
“It’s okay, princess.” Arawn patted her hand. “After Sage’s herbal roofie, I found myself pretty disoriented, too.”
Trinity giggled, and then winced at the sudden escalation of pain in her head.
“We need to get Sage, now.” Arawn took her cup and placed it on the table. He eased her back and settled her pillow around her head with gentle movements.
She let her eyelids flutter closed, but it seemed like she’d just drifted off when a knock at the door startled her awake.
Kane opened the door and let Sage and Cemil into the villa.
“Hey.” Cemil took a few steps, and then halted. He gripped Sage’s arm and stared at Trinity, his face paling. He cringed and then shook his head. His knuckles whitened around his walkie-talkie.
“What is it?” Sage rubbed his shoulder as lines of concern fanned out from her bright eyes.
Trinity sat up and patted her face then smoothed back her hair. Surely she couldn’t be that hideous in the morning? “What’s wrong?”
“The pain.” Cemil shook his head and shivered.
“It’s really bad?” Sage’s confusion alarmed Trinity.
“What’s going on?” She winced again, agony rippling through her brain, and she dropped back onto her pillow. She grabbed the glasses from her bedside table and eased them on with shaking fingers. “I can’t tune anything out.”
The siblings approached the bed, and Sage sat at her side.
“Did you overdose her with the herbs?” Arawn stood on the opposite side of the bed, his voice low and serious.
“No, this isn’t herbal. Something is wrong.” Sage took her hand. “Tell us what you remember.”
Trinity searched her foggy brain. “Tea, salad, stone, wings—” She jolted. “My
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