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Lyric came back and crawled onto the bed next to me before pressing a wet washcloth against my head. “You can go. I got her.”

Marcus looked at me, waiting to see what I wanted. I knew my best friend needed this job as much as I needed her to have it.

“I’ll be good. Thank you for taking care of me.”

Marcus nodded before he left, shutting my bedroom door behind him. The silence of the room left my ears ringing.

“It’s too quiet in here.”

Lyric said nothing, instead pulling her phone out and putting on thunderstorm sounds, something she knew I loved when I couldn’t sleep. She turned the volume down low and set it on the nightstand before laying down next to me.

“I’m sorry for everything, Lyric.”

She shifted, her warm hand grabbing mine, her thumb grazing slightly over the back of it. “Blood of the coven, remember?”

I sniffed back tears. “Blood of the coven.”

One of the biggest things I regretted was not letting Lyric help me when I needed her most. I knew I fucked up, but I also knew she would forgive me.

Not much else needed to be said for us to bond back together because the blood of the covenant was thicker than the water of the womb.

The sun peeking through the window disturbed my sleep and I regretted not shutting the curtains. My head pounded in protest from last night’s activities, so I rolled over and covered it with a blanket. Apparently, alcohol was not the solution to hiding my feelings since it heightened them.

My hangover didn’t keep the embarrassing drunken flashbacks from racing through my mind, and one crucial memory stood out more than the others.

I flung the blankets off me and sat up.

Luka is alive!

Nausea and dizziness hit me like a ton of bricks, but it wouldn’t stop me from reveling in this new information. Vaguely remembering Lyric came to bed with me, I glanced over and saw her sleeping. Needing to find out more information, I let her be and quietly slid out of bed.

The wood floor was cold against my bare feet as I made my way into the hall, gently shutting the door behind me. Despite it being chilly outside, putting on shoes would be a waste of time. I needed to talk to Winnie immediately, so I figured I’d run to his cabin and hope my feet didn’t get frostbite.

The living room was darker than normal when I entered it. Stopping at the door, I unlocked it and put my hand on the knob.

“If you open that, I’ll be burnt toast.”

My head whipped toward the dark shadow on the couch who sounded like Winnie. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay. Plus, I knew when you woke up you’d come looking for me, no matter what the time.”

He was right. I had a thousand questions running through my mind but it seemed none of them wanted to come out of my mouth.

Winnie flung his blanket off and sat up. “Come sit with me.”

“What did you put over the windows to keep the sun out?” I asked as I gingerly made my way to him and took a seat on the couch.

“Nothing. I closed the steel shutters and curtains.”

I shifted and pulled the edge of Winnie’s blanket over my freezing feet. “I didn’t even notice I had those.”

“There are lots of things you haven’t noticed lately, Sage.”

Before I had a chance to stop them, tears fell. “I know. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Like everyone else at this camp, life kind of smacked us in the face. We all have our own way of dealing, ya know?”

I nodded, but I honestly didn’t know how everyone else felt or handled anything. I had been so caught up in my own misery, I hadn’t once stopped to think about anyone around me.

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