after four rounds of jose cuervo

The sickness had hit Bowen so quickly that she hadn't eased into it like everyone else. It smashed into her like a tsunami and it had taken the life out of her in the blink of an eye. Her body hurt and her lungs felt as though they were full of sloshing sea water. It was hard to move. Hard to breathe. Hard to do anything but lay on the bed beside her lover and wait for death to take her.

Haiku's voice brought a soft whine from the copper and cream fae and she curled into him again. "I'll try, Hero," she promised softly. Promise or no, there was little hope in the woman. Never had she been so sick in her entire life. In her garbled, clouded thoughts, she imagined that it might be easier to just die. She would hold on for as long as she could for the sake of those that she loved, however.

The fire in the hearth was dying down and the shadows were getting deeper. "The fire, Bishop," she whispered through wheezing breaths. The obsidian raven hopped towards the flames and threw what chunks of wood he could lift into the fire. It flared to life and Bowen released a sigh of relief. There were demons in the shadows. She had seen them. She could hear them. She was determined to keep them from getting her and Haiku.

"Bowen & Haiku"