I called Kade.
He was there in three minutes with the kind of focused efficiency that didn't leave room for panic. Together we got Killian off the terrace and into a private room, away from the guests.
Killian was out of it in a way that was frightening to watch. He kept reaching for my hand and then looking confused when he found it, as if some part of his brain knew he was somewhere safe and was trying to confirm it.
"She gave him something," I told Kade.
"I know. I've already sent someone after her." His voice was flat and focused. He knelt in front of Killian, checked his breathing, checked his eyes. "He needs to be looked at tonight."
"Are you calling a doctor?"
"I'm calling the family doctor. Discretion matters right now." He looked at me. "Were you with him the whole evening?"
