Page 72 of The Demigod

“Nyx.”

“No shit?” she asked, brows raising. “Wait… then…”

“Yeah, they’re all related to me,” I admitted. “Unfortunately,” I added, thinking of the body I’d seen and smelled in the cellar. “But hopefully Nemesis is evening things out now.”

“So, is that drink what finally woke you up? Not to complain, but I had to drag you in here. Like… literally drag you. I thought you were dying.”

“Apparently, I need this drink to kind of… function, I guess.”

Or maybe I could do more than function. If just one drop was enough to revive me so much, imagine what an actual sip might do.

I could try that out, I decided, reaching for the bottle, taking a sniff, then having a sip.

It was like a hug from the inside out. It wove warm threads through my blood, my organs, my bones, my soul.

“Whoa. Weird.”

“What?” I asked, looking at Aggy.

“You just… got less pale immediately. Those smudges under your eyes are gone.”

“I wish it could work for you too,” I said, looking at her. So malnourished and exhausted. Though she had clearly bathed and stolen some of my clothes for herself.

“I’ll be fine now that I’m out,” Aggy said, shrugging. “Though, with the world going to hell, I’m worried I won’t ever be able to get a decent iced caramel latte anymore…”

“It’s getting bad out there,” I agreed.

“So… where is he?” she asked, making my gaze shoo back to her.

“Where is who?”

“The dude whose crap is scattered around?” she clarified, gesturing vaguely.

“Oh. I… don’t know. He was with me earlier. We were supposed to save you and free Nemesis together. Then he disappeared.”

“Is he your boyfriend or something?”

“Or something.”

“Did you have a fight?”

“No. No, things were good. We literally went into Hell together. He was… I don’t think he would have left me willingly.”

To that, Aggy nodded.

“Well, we could look for him,” she suggested. “Maybe… tomorrow, though? I haven’t slept more than an hour or two at a time in a year.”

I didn’t want to wait.

Not with how good I was finally feeling.

But, I reminded myself, Daemon was immortal. He would be okay for a couple more hours.

“Of course,” I agreed.

“Do you mind?” she asked, reaching for the remote. “I missed an entire season of my show.”

“Knock yourself out,” I said, smiling as she gathered her food, then came to sit next to me against the headboard, munching and drinking and watching a show.

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