Chapter 38
Walking into the upstairs TV room, Alistair saw Sophia still asleep in the same place he had left her. Her raven hair made a dazzling contrast with her pallid face resting on a light orange pillow.
Tavish had given her the drug prescribed by her psychiatrist, patiently explaining how it worked and why she needed to take it. Alistair had never seen his brother use his magic on a person like that. And Sophia, who had been fiercely against taking any drugs, had yielded to him.
As he tried to pick her up without waking her, she lethargically opened her eyes.
She slurred to him, “That thing Tavish Uilleam gave me is good. I was having a nice dream.”
It made Alistair feel a pinch of jealousy. He brushed the thought aside and smiled down at her, picking her up in his arms. “What w
