Page 65 of Visions of You
And at least he hadn't seen Apollo die.
That was something, right?
Sadly he also hadn't seen the villain who was holding him. He'd have to take another look, be more specific about the kind of information he was looking for.
Before he could, though, a knock came at the door.
Keegan dragged himself to the door.
That had better be Jaron or he was going to have to rip someone's head off.
To the great fortune of everyone in the coven, it was indeed his mate who greeted him on the other side of the door. Jaron smiled at him at first, that smile of his that made everythingseem right with the world for a moment, but then his brows quickly drew together.
"You look like hell," he said, pushing past Keegan into the room.
Keegan closed the door and leaned against it, lacking the energy to argue. "I'm fine."
"Sure you are." Jaron turned to face him, his eyes narrowed. "How often do I have to tell you that sleep is important?"
Keegan waved a dismissive hand. "Now's really not the time for sleep."
Jaron huffed. "And how do you think you can be of any use to anyone if you're falling apart? I swear it was easier to put my brothers to bed when they were five."
"No, listen—" Keegan started, but Jaron was already dragging him towards the bed.
"I'll listen to what you have to say after you get some shut-eye," Jaron argued, pushing Keegan down onto the mattress. "Now, do I have to read you a story? Sing you a lullaby? Feed you a bottle of my own blood? What's it gonna take?"
Keegan almost laughed—and he would have if he hadn't thought that his furious dragon mate was being dead serious.
Also, it was really fucking nice to be lying down.
Keegan knew he would be out within seconds once he closed his eyes.
He sighed, admitting defeat. "I'll sleep."
Jaron shot him a look of suspicion. "I'll stay the night so you can't crawl out of bed again the moment I leave."
Keegan did laugh at that. Did Jaron think Keegan needed watching over? Apparently, he did. And he wasn't wrong either. "There's things I need to do," Keegan protested.
"Let me do them."
Keegan stared up at Jaron.
"I mean it," Jaron said. "I'm your mate. Let me help you."
Keegan swallowed. He hadn't wanted to bother Jaron with the things he'd found, but they concerned him too, didn't they? Keegan couldn't shield him from the truth forever, however much he wanted to.
"There must be something I can do," Jaron insisted, brushing Keegan's cheek with the back of his fingers.
"There's a book in the library," Keegan said, giving in. "'Weaving Fate.' Look at it and compare the images in it to the drawing on my desk."
Jaron's voice softened. "Is it related to your visions of us?"
"Maybe. I don't know, but I need to know if there's a match."
"All right, I'll look at it," Jaron promised. "And while I do that, you rest."
Keegan nodded but his eyes were already closing. He felt Jaron's lips on his forehead, and then he was drifting off, the world fading away as he slipped into darkness.
