Chapter 8
“Wake up.”
I jerked awake to find Fergus watching me. I didn’t know how long he’d been back, but he’d obviously been working at his table for some time. The room had grown toxic, the smell of whatever he’d been brewing so vile that if I hadn’t had an empty stomach, I would have probably thrown up. As it was, I only just managed to control the gag at the back of my throat.
“Why are you keeping me here?” He ignored me. “Where is Caspian?”
“It’s not working.” He stood up, walking to slap at the water in his bowl, watching it slosh around, and that toxic smell grew stronger. “It leaves me no choice.”
“What are you talking about?” Caspian may have spoken highly of this man, but he had obviously lost his mind at some point.
“I’m talking about saving my House.”
“I—”
“You think i
