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As the days passed, I got worse and worse. I didn’t know how many days were gone, but Willow and Maize told me each time they came to visit. I promptly forgot, along with everything else they said. It was becoming harder and harder to hold on to sanity and consciousness. All I wanted to do was sleep.
But I was afraid that one of these days, I wouldn’t wake up again.
Though they tried keeping sad news from me, I demanded to know what was happening—many fae had already died from the sea plague, Lugh was still alive but in worse shape than I was, and Red was going crazy, waiting for Layla and the new medicine.
When Willow told me Layla and Mahaeru had arrived and needed a volunteer, I offered myself.
“No,” Red said from my chamber’s entrance. He crossed his arms and hid the via
