Page 81 of His Secret Gift

“Yeah. How is Jack doing? Is he awake?”

He rubs his eyes, which seem to be swollen. “I have no idea. After what he put me through, I don’t really care.”

“That bad, huh?”

He mimics someone puking a bunch.

Part of me feels responsible.

“I’m sorry.”

His eyebrows raise. “Why? You didn’t force him to drink his weight in whiskey last night.”

No, but I don’t think my behavior helped matters either.

But I brought him another one of my father’s little potions or whatever. This one is for hangovers. However, like the one for sleeping, it’s admittedly disgusting.

“Do you mind if I bring this up to him?” I ask, holding the Thermos up.

“I don’t care what you do. But please, be extra loud.”

I smile.It must’ve been some night.

Before I go up the uneven stairs, I take in just how amazing their digs are.

However, I soon make my way up and knock on the door Bryant pointed at earlier.

I response, I hear a loud groaning.

“Jack, it’s Kayla.”

After that, I hear a bunch of commotion.

“Hey Kayla,” he tries to say as cool as possible when he later opens the door.

“Hi buddy.”

That nickname seems to take him off guard. “Buddy?”

Without answering, I hand him the latest tonic. “Hangover cure.”

His eyes look so heavy that he almost doesn’t resemble himself. “Thanks.” He then undoes the cap and smells it.

“I wouldn’t—” I try to warn, but it’s too late.

His skin turns even greener. “What in God’s green earth is that?”

I laugh a little. “Lots of water…”

“Sewage?”

“No, no. Normal water, some Pedialyte, and bone broth.”

“That sounds disgusting.”

I nod. “Oh, it is. But it’ll make you feel better. Well, after you swallow it.”

He seems hesitant. “I promise.”

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