Chapter 71

There was a lamp on the table beside Kaeva, as the firelight didn’t provide enough lighting for Kaeva to read (or so Kaeva had said). As much as the fire created an atmosphere that Eddie hated to disturb, the lamp cast a spotlight on Kaeva which highlighted all the features Eddie had missed during the long day: the long, dark eyelashes, the honey-pecan skin, the muscles, the lips, the hair, oh my.

“You have any wine?” Eddie asked, and it wasn’t until he tried to speak that he realized his tongue was sluggish and his eyes were closer to closed than they were to open. He roused himself and propped onto his elbows. “Cider? Beer? Anything of an alcohol nature?”

“No,” Kaeva said without looking up from his book. “Have tea.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, but pulled himself off the floor. “What is it with you all and your tea? I swear to God if anybody has a reason to drink, the people on this island do. Can I get you something while I’m up?”