"Yes."
Because of me. Sofia slumped. As much as Jake annoyed her, he was still her friend. And he'd brought her somewhere where she could be safe.
"Han, can I be alone?"
He complied. Sofia crawled into bed and cried again. She'd not only seen his death-she'd caused it! Her heart ached for her friend. She cried until she was too tired to cry more and drifted into a vision, reliving the few moments she spent with Jilian.
You must die first.
… an Oracle must be bound …
for all eternity …
She jerked out of the memory with a cry. Han slammed the door open, and she squeezed her eyes closed, expecting the light from the hallway to hurt her. When it didn't, she uncurled herself from the ball she was in. Han's gaze swept over her before he retreated outside her door.
It was dark outside. She'd wasted her first day of light. She forced herself out of bed, exhausted and hungry. She took a shower and padded through the quiet mansion to the kitchen.
"At least I don't crave peanut butter anymore," she murmured as she went through the contents of the fridge.
In fact, she didn't crave anything anymore. Her stomach grumbled but the thought of a ham sandwich disgusted her. She made one anyway and forced herself to eat it, blaming her recent trauma for her queasiness. Five minutes later, she bent over a toilet, paying homage to the porcelain gods.
"My God!" she gargled between bouts of heaving.
Han watched, handing her a wet wash cloth when she was done.
"Han!" she wailed. "What's wrong with me?"
"Ask Damian."
"I knew you'd say that," she muttered.
Though nauseated by the thought, she heated up a can of soup and forced herself to eat it. The soothing warmth slid down her throat. Five minutes later, it returned, scorching her throat on the way out. She wiped her mouth again and flung the rag against the wall, chest heaving.
"Han, please," she begged. "What can I eat?"
"Damian's in his room. Go see him," Han said, concerned yet unyielding.
"Does he have food?"
"More or less."
"It better be a feast," she growled and stood. She returned to her room to clean herself up, cursing peanut butter for ruining her appetite as she went. A sense of dread filled her as she approached Damian's room. Han hung back, and she turned to him as she knocked.
"Are you coming?"
"Hell no."
"Why not?" If Damian hadn't opened the door, she would have run back to her room. Han was as big as the man before her, and if he feared him …