Page 79 of Witch Undecided
I scooped him up. “Headache?”
He closed his eyes and groaned.
Had Meredith drawn energy from him too? But not Sloane. I guess the tattoos across her back protected her from that sort of thing.
“Come on, let’s get you some food. You’ll feel better.”
I made it to the dining hall in record time carrying my mogwai, but by the time we got there, Wren was unconscious and unresponsive, and a strange silvery film had grown over his eyelids.
Fuck! I ran into the room. “Help, there’s something wrong with Wren.”
Several witches left their breakfast to rush over. I recognized Justine and Kel, the two witches who’d brought Wren to me a couple of weeks ago.
“Oh shit, what happened?” Justine asked.
“I don’t know.” Panic writhed in my belly.
Shit, what was I doing? I needed to get him to med bay. “I need Pippa!” I headed out the door and almost strode into a solid wall of muscle.
Hands bracketed my shoulders. “Cora? What’s wrong?”
Conah? “It’s Wren. There’s something wrong with him.”
Conah looked down at Wren and his brow furrowed. “Is that a…mogwai?”
“Yes, do you know about them, can you help him?”
“Has he been eating a lot? Like all the time?”
“Yes…Wait, is that not normal for mogwai?”
Conah reached out to stroke between Wren’s ears. “He doesn’t need help, Cora. He needs time. He’s entering the first phase of his maturation.” He locked gazes with me. “You’re the one who’s going to need help.”
“What do you mean?”
“Fully matured mogwai are dangerous.”
Jasper had said Wren was dangerous too. I looked down at my furry buddy. “He’s not dangerous.”
“Not now,” Conah said softly. “But he will be.”
“Explain.”
“Have you eaten?”
“What? Not yet. Conah, focus.”
“I focus better on a full stomach.” He smiled. “Wren’s in no immediate danger.”
“Fine.”
“Wait here and I’ll—”
One of the ghost servers materialized carrying a tray of food.
Conah smiled, flashing perfect teeth, sapphire eyes twinkling. “Thank you, Trudy. Say hi to Ella and Gemma for me.”
He knew their names? He’d only been here a day.
