“You’re awake.” Caleb sat to the side of me. He was smiling but his eyes were guarded and heavy. “Hey,” I managed to whisper. My mouth was too dry to speak properly. Getting up and disappearing from the room, he returned a few seconds later with a small plastic cup of water and ice chips. He helped me prop myself up and I took the water from him, sipping the cold liquid until my throat felt less like sandpaper. “Thanks,” I said, setting the cup down on the small table next to me. “You’re in hospital,” he told me, watching me intently. “I gathered.” I wondered why he was looking at me like that. “Do you remember what happened?” “Parts of it.” He nodded. “You threw Holy Water over Sabre. How did you know that would kill him?” he asked me, studying me hard. I shrugged. “I just did. I wish I could explain it, but I can’t.”
