Arden Finch

Grimm really thought you should let the vampires handle it.

Duke hesitated. Looked at Grimm. Sighed. "My blood, yes."

More than he'd wanted to say, but it didn't necessarily explain how or why and he was going to hold it to that.

Moving quickly on. "She is going to have a magic hangover. Give her alcohol for it. The older the alcohol, the better - that is, a glass of wine will do her better than some kind of cocktail invented yesterday. Have her drink it slowly and stop as soon as the headache fades. Too much may have other effects."

Where was that warning years ago, Duke, huh? The Arden of three weeks ago would love to know that.

"It will probably linger for a few days. A glass of wine or some strong spirit."

He glanced at Grimm. "Anything else you can think of?"

Grimm shrugged. "This is a House, right? If she starts sleep-casting again, make sure she doesn't accidentally throw herself off the roof and break her damn neck."