“Are you doing things you shouldn’t be doing?” I asked.
“Probably. I just needed to touch you. I’m sorry, June. Those men coming in here…that’s on me.”
“No. It’s on them. But they’re not our problem anymore. Once you’re better, we’re going to Tolerance.”
“The fey place?”
“Yep.”
I could tell by the way he slightly shifted under the covers that he was testing to see how much he hurt.
“You’re not better yet. So don’t even try to tell me you are. Brog, one of the fey, stayed with me last night, and I think Tor’s going to stay until someone else comes to give him a break. There’s no rush. We’re safe.”
Adam sighed heavily.
“I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you, June.”
“I’m alive because of you, Adam. Countless times over. Please stop being so hard on yourself.”
“That would be like me asking you not to worry about me right now.” His grin turned into a wince.
“Are you hungry?” I asked instead of acknowledging he was right.
“A little. My jaw’s sore.”
“Oatmeal, coming right up.”
Downstairs, I plated up our spaghetti and ate with Tor, giving Adam’s oatmeal plenty of time to soften. When it was ready, I handed it to Tor.
“He won’t want me to see how much eating that hurts him. Try to get him to eat it all.”
“I will.”