Cold Pine and Warm Honey

NOEL

Two days had passed since I had last seen Damian Rouge.

He had been talking to her. To Blaise. And I’d seen the look in his scarlet eyes. Even though I had been so far away when I had seen him, I had seen it. It had been the same look that he had held for Rell before he had mercilessly killed her and plunged her soul off the line of the Edge.

He would come for her again. I could tell he wanted her.

But why?

“I can practically smell the anxiety off of you, Noel.”

I turn, flinching in surprise. Ezra shifts off the bed, his violet eyes fixed on me as he moves the thick blanket to the side. The bottles of medicine clink uselessly between my hands.

I’d thought he was asleep. I—

“Stop messing with those, when you don’t even know what you’re doing with them.”

The curves of my ears flush with heat. The retort that leaves my mouth is sharp and annoyed.

“I do know what they are. The Healer told me, okay? He told me that this,” I point to a narrow, clear tube, filled to the