Book 1: Chapter Thirty-Nine

Aelia went into the kitchen and started up the coffee maker. Sam moved next to her, taking out everything she would need for the coffee. All three of us were quiet until the pot was made and three mugs were passed around. I looked at the time and it was almost four a.m. Sipping my coffee, I sighed and placed it down on the counter.

“What now?”

Aelia took another sip as she leaned against the kitchen counter. “Keep an eye on him. Touching madness like that can leave a lasting effect sometimes. He’ll need to have his family close for a while. There is also a chance he might hole himself up for a little. It’s okay but eventually he needs to come out. Otherwise it will be impossible next time to help him.”

I nodded. “Will he know you’re Aelia?”

She shrugged. “It’s hard to tell. Most of the time, that kind of feral, you don’t remember much of what happened. But I’ve seen stranger thi