Page 61 of Hooked on a Witch
She disappeared again. Questions over what she’d done to him needed asking, but they blurred together. He’d been on his way to meet Uncle Hades two days early. Maybe she wasn’t the source of his incredible recovery. Maybe his body had done some sort of miracle healing. Maybe Hades had denied him entry into hell. Gut instinct said it’d been her. On the upside, he might be weak as shit now, but he still breathed. A bit of sleep and he’d be recovered soon.
She returned with a tall glass of juice and sat next to him on the sofa, her hip pressing into his side. “Should I call someone for you? Danny or Chad? I can run you to the hospital or something if you want.”
“No. No need to concern them or anyone else. I’ll get through this.” He pushed up to a sit, ignoring the mental whirlybird, and rubbed a hand over his eyes in a futile attempt to dull the burgeoning headache.
Her face pinched with worry.
“I’m okay. Really.” He managed a smile he was sure looked pathetic. He took the juice and drank. His stomach might not be ready for it, but he needed the hydration and the sugar.
“If you say so.” She chewed on her lip. “I’ve got to go home, at least for a bit. I haven’t chitchatted with my father yet. But maybe I should stay. I don’t think you should be alone right now.”
“I’ll be fine.” He put the empty glass on the end table and laced his fingers through hers. With a gentle pull he brought her close. The smell of those golden strands was pure, clean heaven. “Thank you.”
She leaned away and met his gaze.
“Go home. Don’t want the old man getting bent out of shape with you gone. Don’t worry. I’m just going to sleep this off.” He tried to infuse flippancy in his tone like this happened all the time. An injury this severe was a first.
“Okay.” The worry didn’t leave her eyes. “I’ll come back when you’re feeling better.”
She leaned in and planted a light kiss on his lips. While her mouth lingered there, her hand touched his jaw. “Take care, Jason. You sure you don’t need anything?”
He nodded, forcing out a strained smile. “Thanks. Please, turn out the light in here as you go.”
Her footsteps echoed in the hall toward the front door. A part of him wanted to call her back. Her presence soothed him, but her leaving was a good thing. He couldn’t watch over her like she needed while weak as shit.
The last thing he heard before he gave in to the darkness pressing on his brain was the open and shut of the front door.
