CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIVE
Moonshine?
For a moment, I feel dazed and then Fera is grabbing my jaw, forcing me to look at her, her voice urgent, “What did the elves give you to drink?!”
I struggle to get away from her and Damien pulls me towards himself, snarling at Fera, “Be gentle with her!”
Fera glowers at him in return, “I’m asking her a question.”
I feel this strange sensation crawling up my spine and I want to wrench myself out of Damien’s arms.
“Isabel!” Fera’s voice is sharp. “What did the elves give you?”
Is this question important?
‘Tell them,’ That familiar voice inside my head urges me. ‘Tell them!’
“Drink,” I mumble, my vision flickering between darkness and light as I try to recall and then a faint memory surfaces. “Drink to sleep better. Every night.”
“Bastards,” Fera hisses although I barely here it. “Damien-”
“I’m on it.”