“Done. This is Dilaudid. It will start to work pretty quickly.” She grinned at me. “Good drugs, great dreams.”
Ah. That explained the visits by Nigel and Gregor.
“Meanwhile, I’ll let your doctor know you’re with us once more.”
Quinton sat on the edge of the bed and took my hand. “All the uncles are here. Tony and Bryan flew into Dulles as soon as they got word, and Jeff and Ludo drove in from Shadow Brook. Alyona won’t be able to come down. She’s got a really bad chest cold, but Gregor’s called her every day, and he’ll see her at Thanksgiving…”
I could feel the narcotic begin to take effect, but there was something I needed to ask.
“Where are the clothes I wore to the ball?”
“They’re ruined, Mother. They had to be cut off you.”
“Even your father’s lynx?” I pressed my fingers into my eyes. “Of course, how foolish of me not to realize.” Most importantly, Quinton hadn’t been in the car, and both Gregor and I were alive.
I felt lips brush across my forehead.