Chapter Twenty-SevenTaking out my phone, I use it as a flashlight to check on my friend.
I don’t see any blood and find his pulse strong and breathing even.
“He finally fainted,” I whisper, relieved.
“Poor dear,” Rose says, her voice hoarse. “Vlad did make a big mess there.”
“Understatement of the century,” I say, looking around at the m******e.
Turning my attention back to Felix, I slap him on the cheek.
He doesn’t rouse.
“I should’ve brought smelling salts,” I mutter under my breath.
“Or left him at home,” Rose replies.
“Let me try,” Vlad says, leaning over Felix.
His gaze turning mirrored, Vlad forces Felix’s eyelids open and stares into my friend’s rolled-back eyes.
“Up,” Vlad orders.
Felix stirs.
“Good job,” Vlad says, getting back to his feet.
“Give me a moment,” Felix
