“I’m still upset about how Adam treated me this morning.”
Tor frowned. “How did he treat you?”
“Not nice.”
“I will talk to him.”
I made a face. “As much as I would appreciate that, I think this is something Adam and I need to talk out on our own. Thanks, though.”
He grunted and led the way to Cassie’s. The fey we passed kept giving me weird looks. They’d done that before, but it’d felt more curious. Now it felt…confused. Like they were trying to figure out who I was.
I shrugged it off and waited for someone to answer Tor’s knock.
Kerr, Cassie’s husband, opened the door and glanced at us.
“We found some medicine,” I said. “Is Cassie around?”
He nodded and let us in. A movie played in the background, showing a girl with red hair shooting a bow.
“I like this one,” Tor said, nudging me. “We should watch it with Adam.”
I smiled and agreed as we made our way to the kitchen where Cassie was at the stove, stirring something that smelled really good. My stomach growled, proving that I could have an appetite even after seeing all that infected goo.
“Hi, Cassie. I think we found some good stuff for you. The fey collected everything. Even the opened bottles. I figured we might not be able to afford to be picky, but will leave that up to you.”
Cassie’s eyes lit when she saw the morphine. She sorted through the bottles and pulled out one with thirteen Oxy in it.
“You can take these for Adam. Just don’t leave them around where he can self-administer. As soon as dinner’s done, I’ll swing by to check on him.”
“Maybe hold off on the check-in until the morning.”
Cassie stopped sorting to look at me.
“Why?”
“Frankly, Adam’s being an asshole, and he and I need to have a long talk because I’m struggling to forgive his behavior. He’s not acting like the man I know.”
Cassie nodded thoughtfully.
“He went through an emotionally and physically traumatic experience. Bruises fade with time, but the emotions take longer to process. I imagine his feelings of helplessness and fear for you aren’t easy to sort through.”
Part of me wanted to feel guilty for not being more forgiving. The other part of me knew his actions hadn’t just teetered on the line of unforgivable. They’d stomped on it.
“I’ll keep that in mind when I talk to him.”
“Have Brog or Tor get me if Adam needs anything.”
I nodded and left with Tor.
“Do you want to talk to Adam privately again?” Tor asked.
“Maybe. I don’t know if I want to do it right away.”
He grunted and walked beside me. I was starting to get the hang of Tolerance’s layout. At least, the way between our house, Cassie’s, and the meeting spot along the wall.
The house was dark when it came into sight, which I thought was a little odd. Did Brog think that having lights on would wake up Adam if he was resting?
I was quiet when I opened the door, but the house was more so. I flicked on a light.