Chapter 86

“Pharmacy, then apartment… Now, what’s wrong with you? What do you need?” Alexi is back in an unemotional mode, and I wonder if this is because he doesn’t trust me to go home and stay out of his way; he’s going to deposit me and probably shackle me to his apartment for the hell of it.

“A morgue, maybe. I think I’m dying from Alexi-related diseases,” I answer sarcastically. Lifting my head, I look his way warily and earn myself another furrowed brow of disdain. He seems like he always does, except in a tux and annoyingly groomed. No hints of what’s going on in that brain on the surface.

“Hardly. I make sure I’m clean regularly. You’re sick; what is it? Flu?” Despite probably making a hot doctor, he hasn’t got a suave bedside manner, and I shrug at him. There goes my idea he’s riddled me with sex diseases then.

“If you’re lucky, maybe it’s the plague.” I jump when he puts a hand on my forehead and slap him away again impulsively, burning from his touch and the igniti