Nyx's POV
I managed to open my eyes to slits and saw his face above me looking worried, actually worried, which was good because that meant it was working.
But I needed more than worry. I needed him to believe this wasn't deliberate.
"Sick," I whispered. "Can't... travel..."
"You're burning up." His hand moved to my forehead and I felt him tense. "This isn't natural. This fever is..." He looked around the room and his gaze landed on the nearly empty inkwell and the oil container tipped on its side.
His expression changed to something dark and dangerous.
"You did this to yourself." It wasn't a question. "You drank the ink. The lamp oil."
Panic shot through me, cutting through even the pain. If he thought I'd done this on purpose, if he realized I was stalling, he'd execute Finn the m
