They both looked at me.
“I don’t think both of you are necessary. Besides, I’m sure you’re as tired as I am. Thank you for all your help last night.”
He nodded and left. I stared at the closed door for a tired second.
“I forgot to ask his name.”
“It is Brog.”
Brog, the same fey who’d held Adam in the truck. I felt like an ass for not recognizing him. I needed to start paying more attention to them.
“I hope he doesn’t think that I was being a snob. Everything’s been…” I shook my head. “Will you tell him I’m sorry for not remembering his name?” I asked, looking up at Tor.
“He understands you are not a snob.”
I nodded and led the way to the bedroom and quickly explained what happened to Adam, where his worst injuries were, and what I’d been doing to help him. Tor sat in the chair I’d occupied and watched me pull back the covers on the other side of the bed.
“If he makes a sound, I’ll probably hear. But if I don’t, please wake me up,” I said, sliding under the covers.
Tor grunted, and I gave him a tired smile. This time, while looking at him, I noted the differences in Tor’s features. His eyes were forest green around the edges and golden-yellow toward the middle. Paired with his dark, thick lashes, he had really pretty eyes, not that he would appreciate hearing that. His nose was just a bit broader than Brog’s, too. And he had a thin scar running along the underside of his eyebrow. Almost unnoticeable…unless staring tiredly at the man.
I blinked and lightly rested my fingers on Adam’s shoulder so I would feel him if he moved.
“Thank you for this, Tor. I’ll sleep better knowing you’re watching over both of us.”
“Sleep, June. You are safe.”
I looked at Adam one last time and closed my eyes.
The soft murmur of voices woke me sometime later. I lifted my head and looked at Adam. The hope that he’d woken withered when I saw his washcloth-covered eyes. Gently touching his cheek, I eased from the bed and followed the sound to the kitchen where Tor was at the door with the woman he’d carried to Tenacity a few days ago.
“Hi, June,” she said with a sympathetic smile. “Tor was just saying you were resting. I’m sorry I woke you.”
“It’s okay. Can I help you?”
“I’m Emily. I live over in Tolerance. Mya, the unwilling leader of the human half of Tolerance, heard what happened to you and your boyfriend. She wants you to know you’re both welcome in Tolerance once Adam is able to travel.”
“That’s great. Thank you,” I said, trying to sound grateful. I knew Adam would be happy about the news. I just wished it would have happened a day sooner.
“You look like you could use a shower and maybe a little distraction. Why don’t you let Tor keep an eye on Adam and go take care of yourself for a bit while I make you something to eat?”
I stared at her for a moment then glanced at Tor. What did it say about me that an offer of help from one of my own kind felt wrong?
“Sure. That sounds good,” I forced myself to say.
Tor followed me to the master bedroom and sat with Adam while I grabbed a change of clothes and closed myself in the bathroom. I looked like hell. The dark circles under my eyes showed just how little sleep I’d had. The hot water helped revive me a bit as did the scent of the shampoo. It was sweet and reminded me of summer and better times.
Dressed in comfortable sweatpants, a sports bra, and a long-sleeved shirt, I left the bathroom.
“Did he wake up while I was sleeping?” I asked softly.
“He said he was thirsty once. I made the ice chips like you said. He ate a few and fell asleep again.”
“That’s good. Why didn’t you wake me?”
He glanced at Adam. “Would he have woken you?”
I smiled slightly. “No, he would not. He would have wanted me to sleep.”