Twenty-Nine
The world came back slowly. First the murmur of low voices tugged at my consciousness, urging me to join the conversation. Then my nose filled with the sweet honey scent of J.T.’s magic, bringing me closer to the surface. Finally, my eyes caught up to the party and opened. At first, everything was a technicolor blur. I blinked a few times and my surroundings resolved into the same bedroom I’d come to in days ago after Taggart nearly killed me. The disorientation passed faster this time. I sat up and looked around the very crowded room. Desmond, J.T. and Jacquie were present along with Belladonna.
“We did it,” I said, the words feeling thick in my mouth.
“You did it, Ezra,” Desmond corrected. His smile reached from ear to ear. The pride in his voice rang clear. I’d done good.
