"Ava."
My head feels like it weighs a million pounds. My ears feel stuffed and woolly. And Kellan's hands dragging me to my feet are like burning embers pressed against my skin.
"What?"
"You passed out."
Staring at him blankly, it takes a while for my brain to catch up to his words. "Oh. Shit." I guess that's one way to deal with stress; just let your body shut down.
Don't really recommend it.
Kellan doesn't ask questions about my visit with Lucas, just escorts me back to the cottage and makes sure I'm taken care of. Brings lunch I don't want to eat and promises to check on me in another hour or two.
Of course, lunch is out of the question. My stomach's too queasy for that. And until Sister Miriam and Selene return, I don't have a great way to get information on what happened to Lucas' wolf. I'm definitely not going to tell people he doesn't have one; the pack needs stability, not another blow.
I'm not even sure Kellan knows.
