Chapter Fifty

Maddox POV

Blake's shoulder slumped as he threw our gear into the back of my car. Lena shot me a concerned glance. He'd barely spoken a word all morning and hardly touched his breakfast. Blake could be dying of the black plague and he'd still manage to eat everything that wasn't nailed down. As much as promised he was okay we all knew he wasn't. He faced having to go and explain to his mother that her husband lived and had devoted his life to destroying ours. It wasn't a task I envied him for.

"Food for the trip," Gage said passing me a massive hamper.

"We live about an hour's drive away," I grinned taking the hamper from him.

"Yeah, I told my healer that but she insisted. Don't worry, it passed the sniff test. She's not trying to sneak pain relief into you via chocolate chip cookies."

I grinned, feeling my cheeks flame, as I pressed my hand against the pocket holding the potion the witch gave me.

"Tell her thanks," I said.<