Soon after Gideon had left, Magog came down off his perch to burrow under the covers with her like he had not done since he was a kitten newly found on the side of the road. Arabella curled around him even as Gog curled around her head on the pillow.
Swiftly, she fell back into restless, churning dreams. But now she knew them to be dreams and brush of Edgar's hand and Emmeline's welcoming smiles were hollow things. However they seemed, they were still better than her current life and a large part of her simply didn't want to leave them, not even when Gideon's voice and hand dragged her back toward the light of the waking world.
Reluctantly, so very, very reluctantly, she opened bleary eyes. "'m not going anywhere. She sat up enough to take a pair of pills and a swallow of the foul, metallic tasting drink. Grimacing, she forced about half the bottle down before shoving it back into Gideon's hands. "Never bring me anything that color of blue again. It's not natural."