There was a creeping lethargy seeping into my limbs. I couldn't lift my hands or focus enough to use either my psychic or magical talents. I started to slide down the back of the couch.

"It will wear off soon, I promise," Dylan whispered as he caught me and laid me down gently. "You're going to be okay, Seren."

"You traitor," I whispered while I could still speak.

"Technically, I'm a double agent," he clarified. "I was a traitor when I left the Unseelie Court; ...