Chapter 32

“That’s fairly disgusting.”

“Yes, but it’s good for what ails you.”

“Sadist.” Raw egg, Worcestershire sauce, a couple of dashes of Tabasco sauce, and the question always remained—would it stay down or come right back up? I swallowed it, and that moment was no different than any other time. I closed my eyes and bit down on my back teeth.

“Feeling better?”

After a few moments, I could say, “As a matter of fact, I am. You must be a magician. I don’t remember this working so quickly before.”

“My old granny taught me the recipe.”

“I…I didn’t hurt you last night, did I?”

The corner of Fox’s mouth curled up in a lopsided grin. “You didn’t have an opportunity to do much of anything. I’d no sooner got you in my bed, than you passed out.”

“I’m undone.” I covered my face with my hands. “I beg your pardon.”

“Would you be interested in making it up to me tonight?”

I didn’t answer immediately. “Your bedroom?” I looked around and realised this wasn’t my room.