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.

out until

he woke. “Can you

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“Miss Winters‘

“Yeah.”

sorry, but

darkened. “Why

needs overnight prep–special herbs, specific ingredients. Plus

now.”

“I know what goes in it, but not how she actually made

ticked. “Regular soup

I can

when a knock made him straighten.

she come back?

“Come in.”

in the

because her smile faltered. “Oh… it’s

expression, nails digging into

who he’d hoped

she plastered on a smile. “Rosa said you weren’t feeling

“Fine,” he muttered.

him, pulling up her

road trip it, maybe get a driver

like nails on a

and her constant

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what he

he snapped. “Later.

phone lowered slowly.

The hurt in her voice was carefully

guilt winning. “Just the headache.

She curled against him,

an old–world gentlemen’s

caught sight of Asher’s wrist. “I say, rather smart timepiece you’ve got there.”

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