k another s

d. Bitter. Nothing li

'd started making his hangover soup. She had an incorrigible sweet tooth, so she'd always

en tried to tell her to stop making it. But she'd never taken the

used to the cloying sweetn

was flavor

s and set the bowl d

ncreasingly terrified. "Aren't you

e. Better than fine-it was made properly, without t

d stood up, headin

h of it at first. Unti

look

fr

ening Elenora'

ing she shouldn't have, Agnes grabbed th

-

to a soft r

eyes, groggy

in the dim glow of her reading lam

t nearly

fast her head

rned to look at her. His angular face was half-sha

enly very aware that she was wearing nothing bu

r bed. He stood over her, tall and impos

ously soft. "What di

ion flickered

n. His fingers dug into her jaw, forcing

cold. Threatening. "Wha

n." Not "Donovan gege"-big brother Donovan-the c

ady her voice. "I'm not playing any g

t, humorless exhale. "You

to make this clear. She needed to est

d earlier. She was completely out o

er eyes were clear and

bother you anymore. I promise." She swallowed. "

ard and stilted, but sh

book from the desk-her notebook, she realized with da

ell

red in her own neat,

same word. The same name.

Donovan.

stopped. Her face

e, during the worst of her obsessi