So, lavender is Jordan’s Achilles’ heel, and his brothers’, too.

Summoned by me, Phaedra Cascadia clicks her tongue while rubbing salve on Jordan and feeding him anti-allergy medicine. “Lavender, Jordan? Really?”

He talks even though he’s coughing so hard he can barely breathe. “Phaedra, do you seriously think I–”

“It was my fault!” I hover nearby. “I didn't know he was allergic. I just chose it because it’s relaxing and pleasant. And ...