“You have to eat something,” I said, shoving a roll from the cart we’d ordered into Jaidev’s hand. “Just bite, chew, swallow. I need you in top form tonight.”
Obediently, he did as I said, although he still looked sullen about it. “I wish you hadn’t slipped me a sleeping potion in my tea this morning. I would’ve spent the whole day preparing rather than sleeping. It’s already past ten!”
“Nothing you can prepare for.” I sat next to him on the edge of the bed. “Speaking of tea, drink some of that to wake yourself up. You should be thankin’ me—I knew you’d likely not get a wink of sleep after your…after that…after what happened last night.”
Jaidev winced. “What did you tell Mr. LeBlanc?”
“The truth. Don’t worry, lad; he won’t say a word.”
Tom makes the decision to help save Jaidev's life by offering his own...but it may be more than he bargained for.