Kenna
“Do we have any more of those cherry candy straw things?” Ken whined from beneath three blankets. Even with the coverings, she shivered. Since it was about sixty degrees and rainy outside, they didn’t have the windows open. But it would be at least another half-hour before her fever broke again. In the meantime, she felt absolutely miserable.
Raz turned around in the driver’s seat and gave a sympathetic grimace. “No, we’re all out.”
But Odessa came through. She produced a bottle of orange liquid and passed it back. “May as well be candy,” she said quietly. “Sugar water with some semblance of flavor. Should help. You need fluids.”
What did it matter? If they didn’t find Bahaar’s place soon, she wasn’t going to survive the deadly combo: an infection from a cut on her ankle and the
