Eighteen
"You need to drink more blood," Derek announced, handing me a mug of blood. This was becoming a habit. It was like they didn't think I could take care of myself or something.
"I'm fine," I mumbled.
"You were shot, Lucy. No one's fine after that."
"I am. I've had plenty of blood. The three of you have been bringing me mugs all night," I pointed out, not looking up from my notes. Watt had messaged earlier to suggest we try and use the code from Daisy's casket as a key for the other coded documents. Hopefully it would be the answer we all needed it to be. But the only way of finding that out was if I worked on it now.
"Yes, all night being key. You need to either drink more blood, or get some sleep. I don't think any of us care which one."
"I can't sleep." I glanced guiltily at
