"I… yes. That might help."
"Then let's go."
I sat up carefully, bracing myself for the effort. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and tried to find my footing. My knees gave a pathetic wobble, and the floor felt like it was tilting at a forty-five-degree angle.
Before I could even attempt a step, Soren was on his feet. He moved with a blurred speed, bending down and hooking one arm under my knees and the other behind my back.
He lifted me with a single, effortless motion.
"Put me down!" I protested, though my hands instinctively found his shoulders for balance. "I can walk!"
He adjusted his grip, tucking me firmly against his chest. "Yeah, I don't think you can. You look like a newborn fawn trying to walk on ice."
"I was walking earlier—"
"Three steps before you nearly collapsed into the vanity," he remarked, his voice full of a dark, smug amusement. "I was informed."
"Mira has a big mouth," I hissed, my face heating up again.
