Poppy’s POV

After the tree of death tried to kill me, we head back into the clinic for breakfast. Jake leaves to check on his patients, promising to catch up with us soon. I want to tell him no, that I need him with me, but that will only worry him and Leo.

I feel fine; the chill I had last night has gone, and I’m steady on my feet now. But there’s this unease crawling under my skin that I can’t explain. All I know is it seems to be calmer when I have ...