“Bee?” Levi says. “. . . Yeah?” “Can you do something for me, sweetheart?” Unlikely. “Yeah?” “I want you to take a step to your right. Another. Another.” My knee hits the edge of one of the lobby couches. Levi smiles, like he’s incredibly proud of me. “Perfect. Now sit down.” I do it, confused. There’s something wet on my hand. I look down: Félicette is licking my fingers. “I . . . Why?” “Because I’ll need to restrain Guy until security gets here. And I won’t be able to catch you when you pass out.” “But I . . .” My eyelids flutter closed, and . . . Well. You know the drill by now.
