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Minutes later, rough callouses pulled me up into a sitting position. A cup was thrusted into my face. A rough voice said, "Come on, baby. I need you to drink this."

Eoghan, he was here. My heart felt fuller just by his presence.

He kept nudging the drink to my lips. I eventually took a sip and instantly gagged. It was so damn bitter. I wasn't even sure if anything made it into my body since I coughed so hard.

"I know it's bitter, but you got to drink it. It's going to help you."

Listening to Eoghan's voice, I tried to drink the stuff again. I still gagged, but this time I felt it go down my throat.

Eoghan kissed my forehead. That felt like the best tonic ever. Definitely better than that crappy liquid he was giving me.

"Are you really here?"

He cupped my chin and placed a kiss on my lips. I missed the taste of his lips in the hours that he was away. As much as I wanted to keep kissing him, I was still utterly exhausted. Everything just melted into his sturdy body.

"I hope that kiss answered your question about being here."

I just fell asleep in his arms. There was nothing quite like being cuddled in his arms to fill my heart.

Chapter 44

Eoghan

Cominghomewasbittersweet.Emmy was still so damn sick, even after a full day of me being home and I was missing out on crucial team bonding.

Although, I'd gotten lots of messages checking in on me from the guys, which was nice. I was glad that Scuba failed at his attempt to find a place to get chicken noodle soup delivered since it would have been difficult to explain why no one brought the food inside.

Emmy still had no energy, and I went through most of the restorative that Logan picked up for me. It was helping her, but at a much slower pace.

I needed Emmy to get better before the full moon. The plan was to send me on the plane back to Europe during that full moon since it would be the best way to get me back to the team after getting healthy again. Not that I really wanted to spend the night stuck as a wolf in the middle of the sky, but it was what I needed to do.

If we didn't get healthy by the full moon, there was a solid chance we would need to figure out a way for us to stay close to avoid a relapse in blood sickness.

Emmy moaned from the bed, causing me to grab the medicinal Stanley Cup and dash upstairs.

I scooped her up into my arms. "Come on baby, drink this."

She complied with my request. She'd gotten a lot better at not gagging on the tart liquid. After she swallowed her sips, she said, "You know this could be so much better with a little bit of Jamieson."

I chuckled. "I know, but the magic won't work, and I just want to see you cured. Although, there's a chance some grenadine might make it taste better."

She smiled. "That would work too, and so much better for our sobriety."

"Want me to ask the experts about trying to get a better tasting one? We need to get a new batch, anyway."

She shrugged, although the way her eyes lit up when I mentioned the cherry syrup meant I had to ask about it.

Her eyes fluttered asleep again. I held her close until her heartbeat slowed for a bit.

After extracting myself from the bedroom, I walked downstairs and decided it was time to make a phone call that kind of scared me. It was time to call the pack's living expert on blood sickness.

Only downside, it was Kirby Blades, who was the pack's second in command. Despite him being a genuinely nice guy, he scared my wolf.

After a few rings, Kirby picked up the phone and said, "Yello."

"Hi, Mr…"

Kirby cut me off before I could say anything else. "I know you want to show your respect, but calling me anything but Kirby is just going to annoy me. Mr. Blades is my father. So, what can I do for you? Are you doing okay?"

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