That nap caught up to me later in the night, as I lay in bed sleepless and staring at the faint shadows of the tree branches outside cast on the ceiling by the moon.
I'd woken up a few hours after my conversation with Lirien and crawled out of bed for a shower and all the other bodily necessities.
Getting clean felt like heaven, but I hurried—even the ten or fifteen feet separating me from Calder felt like too much.
Jace had replaced Lirien at our bedside sometime while I'd slept, but when I came out of the bathroom, Lirien had returned, Landon and Lucian with him.
They all crowded into the room, along with a twelve-pack of beer and a pile of water bottles. And seven pizzas, which Lucian proudly presented to me as if he'd hunted them himself, spearing them on the plains and dragging their carcasses home.
"From Marty's," he said smugly. My mouth watered. I fucking loved that place. "I drove extra fast on my way back from Laceyville so they wouldn't get cold."
