Seducing The Dark Prince. Jane Kindred

I mean.” Rhea raised an eyebrow suggestively.

      Theia was 99 percent certain that whatever Rhea might read in Lucien’s ink was the last thing she wanted her to see.

      “Maybe some other time. I’m not sure how his mental state right now would affect it. And I’d prefer if we had his consent.” Which Theia was going to make damn sure they never got.

      Rhea studied her for a moment, her expression suspicious. “You call me when you get home. I want to know you’re all right before I go to bed.”

      Theia booped Rhea’s nose, guaranteed to distract her with aggravation. “You got it, Moonpie.”

      Rhea rubbed her nose with the back of her hand. “Gross. Weirdo. And stop calling me Moonpie.”

      Theia headed for her car. “But you look like a Moonpie.”

      “What does that even mean? I look like you.”

      “Go play with your Viking.”

      Theia tossed the quiver onto the back seat and climbed in. Lucien’s eyes were closed, his head lolling against the headrest. Theia reached over to draw the shoulder belt across him and fasten it before starting the car. With a wave at Rhea, she headed out, only to realize once she’d exited the gates that she had no idea where Lucien lived.

      “Lucien?” She nudged him gently. Nothing. God, he wasn’t slipping into a coma already, was he?

      His phone was propped in the cup holder under the dash. Maybe his address was in it. Theia pulled over and entered the password on the cracked screen and found the address in his contacts, committing it to memory. Before she set the phone down, a message notification appeared from Lucy. Theia couldn’t resist taking a peek.

      This one’s for the little pixie girl.

      Pixie girl? Theia glared at the screen and continued to read.

      No doubt he’s sitting next to you in the car snoring right now.

      He was, a little bit, now that she listened for it.

      Make sure you wake him up every two hours to check his responses. I don’t like the blurred vision. If you can’t wake him, call me. I’ll send one of our doctors. Lovely to meet you. Finish our talk later.

      Every two hours? She tried to respond, but the keyboard wasn’t letting her press most of the keys. Theia sighed. She was going to have to take him to Phoebe’s place. She’d left the house without feeding Puddleglum.

      * * *

      Someone was shaking him.

      “We’re here. Come on.”

      After a more vigorous shake, Lucien opened his eyes and focused on Theia’s face. Still a little blurry. But eminently kissable. Shit. He was really out of it.

      “Hey.” She peered at him. “You awake? It’s Theia Dawn. We’re here. Time to get out.”