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I rolled my eyes back in my head and buckled my legs. Caius caught me before I hit the floor.
“Jane! Jane!” he shouted. There was sincerity in his voice.
Good. I peeked out from under my lidded eyes. My grandmother stepped to the center of the room in front of the low cabinet, and her head covered the shield. My grandfather slipped behind her and gave it a good looking over.
Caius laid me on the floor while Bartholomew looked to one of the guards. “A draught of the Holiest of Drinks! Quickly!” The guard bowed his head and hurried out of the room.
My grandfather finished his investigation and moved to stand by Bee’s side. He whispered something into her ear, and she smiled and gave me a thumbs up.
I opened my eyes and blinked up at the pair of concerned faces that hovered
