Kat shifted in her bed, the start of a migraine rolling through her senses like an approaching storm front. The back of her head ached fiercely, and the pressure behind her eyes made her wonder if she was coming down with something, though she was rarely, if ever, sick.
She and Hugh had been awake until the wee hours preparing for their next mission. She was still skeptical of any plan involving his crazy brother, but this one seemed sound. With Jacob and Elijah’s help, it might work.
She sat up and massaged her temples, then gazed down at Hugh, watching his chest rise and fall as he slept.
He still did not look well. Maybe he was catching something, too. She worried he hadn’t fully healed from Nightshade’s poison, and that the recent teleports—and other physical activities—had somehow
