Page 69 of The Order of the Bitter Hunt

I’m not sure I want to know the answer. Though I haven’t had time to focus on my other friends and acquaintances, there are still a few people I worry about. Wolfgang. Serena, the siren I once dated. Others. I would even worry about Jun if he weren’t already with me.

Tobey

A witch. I don’t know her, but Caldwell does.

Her name is Sofia.

I don’t know her either, but I find no relief in the fact.

Margaux

I hate this.

Tobey

Me too.

Margaux

I’m going to sleep it off.

Let me know if anything changes.

Tobey

You too.

You sure you’re okay over there?

Caldwell and I can sneak out for a rescue mission…

Margaux

Don’t move a muscle.

I’m positive. His bed is divine.

Tobey

Oh…

Jun watches me from the other side of the room, having showered and slipped into some dark sweatpants. His hair is still sopping wet, and his T-shirt clings to his muscular form.

I press my lips together, looking down at my phone.

Margaux

Not like that. Get your head out of the gutter!

He’s sleeping on the floor.

Not exactly, but it’s a funny visual.

In truth, I consider sleeping on the couch this time. Jun’s bed is divine, but he’s been too kind to me—kinder than I’ve ever been to him—and I don’t know how to stomach it. Hogging his bed doesn’t help with the guilt.

Tobey

How chivalrous of him…