She smiled at me wearily. “It’s a pretty light show, but it drains.” “She also has to have the offending party stay still and make eye contact while she is saying the incantation,” Grant added. Ali nodded, her head lolling. I patted her knee. “Good job guys, get some rest.” “Rest?” Hudson asked from my other side. “I’m starving.” I smiled, “Me, too.” “Just drop us off at the hotel, we’ll get room service,” Grant whispered, stroking Ali’s hair. Logan nodded, relaying the change to the driver. My head dipped swiftly and I caught myself blinking rapidly. Logan’s fingers reached down to rest against the back of my neck, rubbing small circles. “Please tell me we are getting pizza,” I groaned, checking if my neck had stopped bleeding. “Just rest. I’ll wake you when we get there,” he whispered. … Logan shook me gently. “Food, Olivia.” “FoodI’mup,” I slurred, pushing off his chest to fall off the seat. “We might need to monitor her for a concussion,”
