4
Reine
I followed Agnes into Lawrence’s room, where a slender redheaded nurse wearing green scrubs turned from adjusting an IV. Lawrence looked better—definitely less gray, and I don’t mean gargoyle gray—and his eyes twitched under their lids in his sleep. The nurse put a finger to her lips, and Agnes nodded. She grabbed my arm in a firm grip and dragged me out of there.
“But I wanted to touch him.” I recognized the irrational need to make sure he was real, not some illusion.
Agnes spoke in a mom tone. “He needs his rest. You can come back this evening.”
I sighed, but I didn’t argue. As much as I hated to admit it, she was in charge here, and I was just some silly Fae who had happened to wander in.
No, I wasn’t a silly Fae, but I might as well have had human-level powers for all the
