Page 45 of The Rejected King
She peeked one eye open. “I feel...dizzy.” She opened her other eye and looked around. “But the room isn’t spinning. Just me.”
Davin smiled, pushing her hair back from her face. “You hit your head pretty hard.”
“That’s why it hurts.”
“The doctor gave you some medicine for the pain.”
“Medicine makes me silly.” Her speech slurred. “My parents don’t like me to take it.”
“I...” Davin looked at Millar. “I didn’t know that.”
She patted him on the shoulder. “That’s okay, Davin.” Her hand flew to her mouth. “Oops.” She shook her head as she simpered. “I’m not supposed to call you Davin.” She grinned. “But I want to.” She looked at Millar, placing her finger over her lips. “Shhh. Don’t tell the king.”
Millar cracked a smile. “I won’t.”
Emree pushed herself up to a sitting position.
“Are you sure you feel good enough to sit up?” Davin asked. He didn’t want her to do too much too soon.
“You’re handsome.” She smiled back at him, and for the first time in his entire adult life, Davin blushed.
Then Emree’s smile faded, and her face paled. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
Davin quickly grabbed the garbage can, shoving it under her chin. The can got there just in time to catch her vomit.
“You’ve never looked better, yourself,” Davin said, wiping her mouth with a cloth when she was done.
Millar chuckled. “I think I’ll wait outside.”
“Wait!” Emree shot her arms out in front of her, pausing Millar’s steps. She pointed back and forth between herself and Davin. “We slept together.”
Millar raised his eyebrows at Davin.
“Okay, I think it’s time for Officer Millar to leave,” Davin said.
Emree’s eyes went wide, and her mouth distorted. “That sounds really bad, doesn’t it?” She laughed. “Not that kind of sleep together.” Then she scrunched her nose together, making snoring noises. “Like real sleep.Sleep, sleep.”
Millar shook his head. “I’ll be outside if you need me.”
“Bye, Millie!” she called after Millar as he shut the door. She rolled her head to face Davin. “I don’t think that’s his name, but he’s nice.”
“Yes, and now, thanks to you, I have some explaining to do.” Davin fixed her hair, grazing the side of her ear.
“Hmm.” She sighed. “I like that.”
Davin smiled. “I like it too.” He also liked this medicated version of Emree.
“What happened to Pat-Rice-Cake?” she asked.
Davin assumed she was referring to Patrice. He grabbed her hand, placing it in his. “I don’t know. I ran after you.”
“But, you need to marry her.” She wagged her finger at him with each word. “Your mother said so.”
Davin brushed the side of her cheek with his free hand. “Maybe I should marry you.”
Emree frowned, letting out a heavy breath. “I’m already getting married.”
His stomach tensed. “I know.”
