"It's the poppies," I said. "They're reinforcing your house's spells since they've been enchanted and can't be destroyed. They're what makes you go all sleepy when you try to leave."

"The flowers? Shit." He bit down on his teeth so hard that the muscles in his jaw twitched.

I narrowed my eyes. There was something he wasn't telling me. "You don't want to leave here, do you?"

"I can't leave here. We had this conversation already, ...