6
I woke with the cool touch of Aiden’s strong hand clasped around my wrist.
I shoved him away and rose to my feet before I even realized the pain was gone.
He stepped back. “You’re welcome, and maybe next time don’t—”
The bird I flipped him shut him up.
Didn’t matter that he was right. I’d just passed out, i.e., been completely vulnerable to attack. That had never happened to me before, and it just f*****g figured that my fire magic had something to do with it.
A quick scan showed the sun hadn’t moved, and even more telling, Bain still had two dart syringes sticking out of his abdomen. Not much time had passed.
As I leaned over Bain’s still body—and thanked both my supplier and the gods that the massive quantity of booze had worked well with the magicked narcotic—I couldn’t help a
