Page 43 of Pucking the Enemy

“We?”

“Phillip and I are coming. Cormac is in class, but I’ll send him a text. I’m sure he’ll leave early to come help.”

“Don’t make him miss class!” I cried.

“You’re more important, Duchess,” Roman said simply. “Now, try and close your eyes and get some rest, and we will be there before you know it.”

“I’ll let my doorman know to let you right up. My door’s open,” I told him. Despite the fact I was already lying down, my vision was starting to swim.

“Okay, we’ll be there soon,” Roman assured me before hanging up.

A teeny tiny part of me felt guilty calling another alpha for help. I knew it would upset Sebastian, but I felt awful, and I wasn’t going to cut off my nose to spite my face.

Throwing my phone across my nest, I shoved my face into a pillow and tried to do the impossible and relax.

“Hey, Duchess,” a soft voice spoke as a hand gently rubbed along my back.

Cracking an eyelid open, my vision was filled with Roman. He was in my nest, next to me.

“Hey,” I groaned. I must have fallen asleep. “How long ago did I call you?”

“Thirty minutes ago,” another voice spoke from behind me. Turning, I saw Phillip standing at the edge of the nest, a bottle of vitamin water in hand. “We made a pit stop to get some supplies. How are you feeling?”

“Horrible.”

“Let’s sit you up so you can have a drink. You’re feeling a little warm,” Roman said, sliding an arm under my back and lifting me into a sitting position. My body felt so languid that I would have fallen back had he not slid behind me so I was between his legs, my back resting on his chest.

“You didn’t ask before coming to my nest. I should bite you for that,” I grumbled at Roman, who chuckled, his chest moving behind me as he did so.

“You can bite me anyday, Duchess. As far as I’m concerned, you are it for me.”

Even in my delirious state, I could tell that that statement was extreme. “You hardly know me.”

His chest moved behind me as he shrugged. “When you know, you know.”

“Why don’t you stop saying every thought that comes into your brain and help her drink?” Phillip said, handing the open bottle of vitamin water to me while he glared at Roman. “Take small sips. Have you managed to keep anything down yet today?”

I shook my head. “Not yet, but I have some saltine crackers in my bag. Those tend to help.”

“Why haven’t you eaten those yet?” Roman asked.

“Because that’s so far away. I didn’t want to leave my nest?” My answer was more of a question than a statement.

Phillip frowned, but he strode over to my bag, retrieving the crackers as I took an experimental sip of the water.

“This tastes good,” I admitted.

“Drink it all, you’re dehydrated.”

I grimaced. “I need to go slow, or I’ll bring it all back up in a few minutes.”

Phillip nodded and handed me the box of crackers. “Have you eaten anything that contained a vegetable recently?”

“I had chicken noodle soup like four days ago?” I said, cocking my head to the side as I sifted through my memories. Surely, I had eaten something green since then?

Phillip groaned quietly, closing his eyes, like he was struggling to comprehend how badly I had been taking care of myself. “I’m going to order you some salads. With a shit load of chicken and dressing and croutons for carbohydrates. Do you like salad that has fruit in it?”

I looked at him questioningly. Who on earth ate fruit in their salad?

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