Chapter 9A hand gently shook my shoulder. “Hudson, sweetheart, mo cridhe, you need to wake up. Brekken has arrived and brought a friend who’d like to meet you.”
I blinked my bleary eyes. “Umm. Okay, can you give me a moment to engage my brain?” Then I perked up. “Oh holy God. Do I smell what I think I do?”
Drakein chuckled. “Brekken brought you a venti caramel macchiato.”
I let Drakein help me to sitting position so I could rest my feet on the floor. I knew better than to jump to my feet without taking care because I only needed to freak Drakein out by going splat once. But that smell—I held up a hand. “Gimme!”
I heard Brekken saying something about my Starbucks addiction then he hurried over. “I had them doctor for less caffeine. Hopefully it will still work.”
I made a sound close to
