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“What about Nova?” Nyx pointed out.
“Rhett’s taking her home,” Quinn said.
I frowned, not liking the idea of Rhett and me being stuck in a car. “I don’t want to send Rhett out of his way.”
“I have no issues unless you do.” Rhett spoke in a rough voice, taking a seat across from me.
“Fine,” I said as Nyx and Imani gave me a hug before being escorted out of the club by Quinn.
I groaned when my head started pounding while seeing double of Rhett.
Rhett beckoned the server. “One glass of wake-up juice.”
The server nodded before plodding away.
As the music throbbed around us, Rhett ran a hand over his chin while he tapped the fingers of his other hand on the table.
“How many rounds did you have?” he clipped out.
“Too many,” I replied, rubbing my forehead.
The server came over and said, “Wake-up juice,” placing a tall glass of green juice and a bottle of water in front of me.
Lifting the glass to my nose, I nearly gagged from the horrid smell of a compost pile.
I wrinkled my nose before pushing the glass away. “I’m not drinking this shit.”
He slid the glass back in front of me. “It’s a miracle worker for hangovers.”
I smelled the juice again, scrunching up my nose. “Oh hell no!”
“Drink it, or you’ll be passed out drunk in a few minutes.” He held my stare, unwilling to relent. “Come to think of it, if you do the latter, it would make it all the easier to lug your ass out of here, caveman-style.”
I made a face. “I bet you’d like that.”
“At least you’d be silent.” He eased back, his crystal-blue eyes searching my face. “For once.”
Not relishing giving him the satisfaction of the opportunity to manhandle me like a side of beef in front of the partiers, I gulped the juice, which had a bitter, earthy flavor that made me wince. Once the glass was empty, I opened the bottle of water, taking a sip, and nearly choked. The water was a fizzy combination of bitter and sweet.
“What type of water is this?” I demanded.
“It comes from the town’s hot springs. It’s an elixir. The water is touted as having medicinal properties—both for bathing and drinking.”
I arched a brow. “Are you telling me that this”—I held up the bottle—“has magical healing powers?”
“Yep. We have hot springs water fountains at various locations around the Ridge.”
“God, this place is weird,” I murmured even as I chugged more of the water. Placing the half-empty bottle on the table, I sighed as my stomach started to settle and the room stopped spinning. The fog in my head cleared. My headache was now nonexistent.
I gasped. “Holy shit! It worked.”
“I told you so.” His lips twitched into a mockery of a smile. “Now time to go home, woman.”
Wait. What?
His home?
Or mine?
