บท 84: Chapter 84

Halfway through the meal, he started to yawn unbearably, eyes watering so much he could barely see. Next to him, Astira was already asleep, on the verge of falling headfirst against the stove. Omar smiled faintly, warmth curling through him. She fell asleep far too easily, and slept too deeply, for someone with such a dangerous life, but he would gladly give his own to see she never lost the trait.

Standing, Omar scooped her up and got her settled in bed.

He turned around and took one step toward the stove when the room spun around him, and darkness crept in at the edges of his vision.

Drugged? But how?

He wasn't able to figure out the answer before he crashed unconscious to the floor.

Omar woke up with a headache that at first made him think he'd overindulged in spirits.

In the next moment, however, on the wings of recalling he'd had nothing but tea, he remembered passing out. Drugged. Someone had known they were coming and arranged to have them drugged.