(eng) Michael Anderle & Amy Hopkins - New Dawn 04 by Dawn of Days

Author:Dawn of Days [Days, Dawn of]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Bette groaned and cracked open an eyelid. “Who put that bloody light on?” she muttered. “Turn it off.”

She reached down to pull her blanket over her head to block out the offensive glow, but a stab of pain shot her eyes open. “Bloody hell!”

“Ah, yer awake!” Garrett’s face swam in front of hers as the room blurred. “Settle yer wee self, lassie. Still short a few drops of blood, ye are.” He pressed a gentle hand against her good shoulder, and she collapsed back into bed.

Bette panted with the pain, trying to think through her sudden panic. “The remnant. George!”

“Aye, old George is tucked up back in his own bed,” Garrett reassured her. “Ye didn’t keel over until the remnant were all dead.”

“What about that bastard bandit?” she asked.

Garrett shrugged. “He’s back under guard at Muir with the rest of his ugly friends.” He held out a wooden cup. “Here, wet yer lips.”

Bette took a big gulp. Acrid tang filled her mouth, and she spat it back out, showering Garrett with brown liquid. “Fuck! Yer tryin’ to poison me, ye prick?”

Garrett dabbed a sleeve to his face, then pulled back, sniffed it with a disgusted look. “Stinks, doesn’t it? Drink it anyway, ye pansy. It’ll help yer blood rebuild and take the edge off the pain.”

“I don’t—” Bette began.

“Ye don’t need it?” Garrett asked. “Aye, that suits me. The longer you’re in bed, the longer I get to run the guard!” He grinned gleefully.

Bette stared at him for a moment, then her eyes dropped to the cup. Screwing up her face, she downed the dark sludge in one gulp.

“I’ll be back on me feet by tomorrow,” she snapped. “Go get me more of… more…” The room twirled around, and she watched as tiny stars dipped and swam through the air. Warmth suffused her limbs as her muscles weakened.

“Yerr balfurd.” The mangled slur sounded nothing like what she had intended to say. She tried again, but when her mouth opened, a giant yawn filled her lungs as her body slumped back into the pillow.

“Aye,” said one of Garrett’s heads. The other one smiled. “Ye get some rest and ye’ll be right as rain in no time.”

I’ll chop off both yer heads tomorrow, Bette thought as darkness surrounded her and she slipped back into sleep.

Garrett patted Bette’s hair. When her eyes drifted shut, his smile drifted into a scowl. “She’ll have my fuckin’ ass fer that later,” he grumbled. “Bitch help me.”

He stalked out of the room and into the kitchen, where Mary stood by the stove. “Did she drink it?” she asked.

Garrett nodded. “Sleeping like a wee babe. Do ye think she might forget that I tricked her into it?”

Mary chuckled. “With luck, yes. But don’t let her near any sharp weapons when she first wakes.” She patted a hand on a cloth-wrapped pot. “There’s some broth in here. Give that to her before anything solid. It’ll be nice and gentle on her stomach. It should keep warm for some time.

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