hapter 20

The car service dropped Drake off at 3 AM, barely conscious as he stumbled to bed fully dressed.

He woke to his stomach in knots.

“Thalia,” he mumbled through the hangover haze, “grab my meds?”

The silence hit him like a wall.

“Thalia? Thalia-”

Reality crashed in as his eyes snapped open.

Right. She’d moved out.

The emptiness in his chest felt worse than his stomach.

After searching every cabinet for medicine and finding nothing, he finally caved and called Rosa, his

housekeeper.

She answered, groggy but professional.

“The meds, where are they?”

Looking at her phone–4 AM–Rosa counted to ten.

These trust fund kids would be the death of her.

“First–aid kit, Miss Winters‘ room, top drawer,” she managed evenly.

He found the kit but faced a new problem: a pharmacy’s worth of medications stared back at him.

Thalia had always known exactly which ones he needed.

He scanned labels, swallowed something that seemed right, and hoped for the best.

knocked him out until past

woke. “Can you

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paused. “Miss Winters‘ special

“Yeah.”

but I

darkened.

overnight prep–special herbs, specific ingredients. Plus all

now.”

what goes in it, but not how she actually

jaw ticked. “Regular soup then?”

I can

back, rubbing his temples, when a knock made

come

“Come in.”

in the doorway.

shown because her smile

nails digging into her

he’d hoped to see.

“Rosa said you weren’t feeling great.

“Fine,” he muttered.

settled beside him, pulling up

road trip it, maybe

suddenly felt like nails on

and her constant chatter

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he needed–her miracle soup, her

snapped. “Later.

phone lowered

hurt in her voice

guilt winning. “Just the headache. We’ll

course.” She curled against him, the picture of

at an old–world gentlemen’s club in

aristocrats were gathered around a bridge table. James caught sight of Asher’s wrist. “I say, rather

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