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Chapter 42

Eoghan

T he moment I sat down in Logan's cushy as fuck private plane, I fell asleep. I don't even think we got cleared to leave before I was zonked out.

Suddenly, I felt the jarring effects of the plane's wheels hitting the tarmac.

I lifted my eyes and Logan said, "Wait here."

I was too tired to care, but I was confused. Why were we stopping at all, and why was he disembarking without me?

Before my eyes closed, a woman in a flight attendant uniform came up to me. "Would you like anything while we wait?"

When I was young, my mom would make me a drink filled with lots of honey, ginger, and tea whenever I felt crummy. It always tasted good. Now I just hoped that they would have something similar to that on the plane.

In the past, Logan had boasted that you could get almost anything you liked on his private plane.

"Do you have something that has lots of ginger, honey, and some tea?"

The woman smiled and said, "Give me a second, but it's going to be very gingery. Is that okay?"

I simply nodded.

I looked at my phone. Since I had some reception, I texted Emmy.

On my way. Please answer me, my star.

Sadly, I didn't get a response. Part of me didn't expect one since she'd been radio silent since I hung up on her. I needed to know she was still alive and okay.

If we had blood sickness, that meant we sealed our mating.

We should be able to talk telepathically, even over a great distance. If we weren't so ill, I would never just throw my thoughts into her brain.

I wasn't really sure how to do it. It wasn’t like I was taught how to communicate with a mate in school. I just closed my eyes and sent my thoughts out into the universe, hoping Emmy could understand what I was saying.

Emmy, please let me know if you're alive.

That was when the flight attendant came back with my drink. It smelled so rich and even more gingery than I ever had as a kid. But taking a sip just seemed to help.

I'm alive, but I feel like shit. Detoxing is easier.

Her voice seemed so far away, but it was her voice. But she was alive and still had her humor, which was good.

As I sipped my drink, Logan got back onto the plane and thrust a cream Stanley into my hand. Logan looked me straight in the eye, and I prepared myself to hear Logan's alpha voice to command me to do something. Instead, he was forceful enough without going into the alpha voice. "Drink some."

I didn’t want to be the difficult asshole who was double fisting, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to know what he passed me. It was a restorative to keep me alive.

I sipped from the thermos and placed it in the holder beside me. I hated the taste since it was bitter. If it didn't work so damn well, I wouldn't have bothered with it.

Logan sat beside me but looked over his shoulder. "We're ready to go once you get the clearance."

Turning over in the seat, desperate to get a little more comfortable for some sleep, I took a big swig of my ginger tea, if only to clear the restorative’s bitter taste from my mouth. "How long until we're there?"

Logan smiled and said, "About ten hours. Good to see that you stopped coughing."

Shit, we still had ten hours of flying.

Where the hell did we stop to get a restorative? Then a faraway memory triggered for me. Our pack was close to the Scottish pack, and they practiced the old ways. So we must have gotten help from their pack.

Great. Now I was the careless asshole who got blood sick for two packs.

I lifted the teacup. "Probably won't last long, but I'm glad your jet could do better than my mom's sick tea."

Logan chuckled. "Sick tea? That sounds like your tea is going to make you puke. Shouldn't it be called something better, like a medicine ball?"

I chuckled at that.

"Well, that's what my mom called it when I was a kid. It can't be a medicine ball since there's no lemonade or mint in it. It's tea, honey and ginger."

Logan smiled and said, "Ah. My mom would approve. She's always making us pick up those instant honey and ginger packets when we're in Hong Kong."

Despite the restorative and my faux medicine ball, I still couldn't really keep my eyes open. Logan grabbed the teacup from me and said, "Kirby said you need to save your energy. I'll wake you when we land or when you need to drink some more medicine."

I let my eyes close. "Thanks for saving my ass once again."

"No problem. I’d rather save your ass from blood sickness over dealing with another rock bottom moment."

He was right. It was better for both of us. I hoped he never had to get me sober again. It was much better that I was finally mated with Emmy.

But now I just had to see my love.