"It's the poppies," I said. "They're reinforcing your house's spells since they've been enchanted and can't be destroyed. They're what makes you go all sleepy when you try to leave."
"The flowers? Shit." He bit down on his teeth so hard that the muscles in his jaw twitched.
I narrowed my eyes. There was something he wasn't telling me. "You don't want to leave here, do you?"
"I can't leave here. We had this conversation already, remember?"
"I don't remember the parts you're still not telling me," I snapped. "I can't help you if-"
"You're not helping me," he said, his voice so lethal and sharp that it cut deep. "I'm helping you, even though you've given me no reason to. You came here, trashed my house, brought dog fairies with you, who have a beef with you, not me. I shouldn't be helpin
