I rested and got smothered with Lucian's version of "care." Which meant round-the-clock supervision and on-the-dot drinking of medicines. And I eventually got better.
After two more days, that is. And it wasn't even a perfect cure; it was just me being able to breathe through my nose.
This meant a delay in what I actually had to do. There were places to be and documents that wouldn't approve themselves.
So when I talked to Rina, who nearly talked my ear off about how we signed a pact and could not die without notifying each other of impending doom, I learned I had much less work than expected.
Huh?
"How come there's much less things to do? Did we scrap some things that I didn't know about? Or did you perform some miracles?" I couldn't help but ask her over the phone.
"No. But your 'hubby' did." Rina sounded annoyed at this.
"What do you even mean? And what 'hubby'?"
"Do you have more than one husband I don't know about?! Of course, it's that demon incarnate."
