Page 51 of Rock Pucking Bottom

Logan sat beside me but looked over his shoulder. "We're ready to go once you get the clearance."

Turning over in the seat, desperate to get a little more comfortable for some sleep, I took a big swig of my ginger tea, if only to clear the restorative’s bitter taste from my mouth. "How long until we're there?"

Logan smiled and said, "About ten hours. Good to see that you stopped coughing."

Shit, we still had ten hours of flying.

Where the hell did we stop to get a restorative? Then a faraway memory triggered for me. Our pack was close to the Scottish pack, and they practiced the old ways. So we must have gotten help from their pack.

Great. Now I was the careless asshole who got blood sick for two packs.

I lifted the teacup. "Probably won't last long, but I'm glad your jet could do better than my mom's sick tea."

Logan chuckled. "Sick tea? That sounds like your tea is going to make you puke. Shouldn't it be called something better, like a medicine ball?"

I chuckled at that.

"Well, that's what my mom called it when I was a kid. It can't be a medicine ball since there's no lemonade or mint in it. It's tea, honey and ginger."

Logan smiled and said, "Ah. My mom would approve. She's always making us pick up those instant honey and ginger packets when we're in Hong Kong."

Despite the restorative and my faux medicine ball, I still couldn't really keep my eyes open. Logan grabbed the teacup from me and said, "Kirby said you need to save your energy. I'll wake you when we land or when you need to drink some more medicine."

I let my eyes close. "Thanks for saving my ass once again."

"No problem. I’d rather save your ass from blood sickness over dealing with another rock bottom moment."

He was right. It was better for both of us. I hoped he never had to get me sober again. It was much better that I was finally mated with Emmy.

But now I just had to see my love.

Chapter 43

Emmy

Isleptlikethedead.It felt like all my energy was being zapped out of a broken heart. It didn't make any sense since things were good with Eoghan and myself.

I was woken from my stupor by Eoghan's voice.

Help is on the way. I just landed. I'm coming straight to you.

That felt so weird. I forced my eyes open to see him, but he wasn't there. I reached over for my phone since maybe I threw him on speakerphone while in my sleep, despite not hearing the ring.

I couldn't find it. It wasn't within arm's reach, so I was confused as all hell.

In my dreams, I thought I talked to him telepathically, but it was just a dream.

Unless it wasn't a dream. But how?

First he was a freaking werewolf, and now he could talk to me telepathically.

Also, why would Eoghan be on his way? Didn't he have some hockey to play?

I'm hallucinating.That makes more sense. I'm sick as a dog, so it has to be that.

Which only meant one thing— I needed more sleep. Eventually, I should get something to eat. If my phone didn't feel so far away, I would DoorDash some food.

My eyes fluttered shut, and I drifted back to sleep rather quickly.

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