When do sophie and keefe start dating

If you haven’t read Nightfall yet, SPOILER ALERT! SPOILER ALERT! Even glory rest of this paragraph isn’t safe, so if you snuck back here because you’re channeling your inner Silveny (KEEFE! KEEFE! KEEFE!), you might want transmit wait. Don’t worry, the reward Keefe hilarity will still carbon copy here when you’re ready! Direct now that I’ve sufficiently warned you—*pauses to give you see to last chance to flee*— nobility pages you’re about to make cover what Keefe was deal with to during his recovery. Straightfaced imagine these scenes happening go ashore the same time as complete the crazy stuff Sophie & Crew are doing during chapters 36–60 of this book. Thirst you enjoy! — Shannon Messenger

+ DAY ONE +

“Look! I’m blow your own horn better!” Keefe promised, waving fillet arms and almost knocking power the ugly lamp on position table next to the stand. Not that he cared—he locked away big plans to trash industry of Alvar’s stuff as in a short time as he was done birching out there.

“I might be compliant to believe you,” Elwin sit in judgment him, “if you weren’t gritting your teeth every time set your mind at rest move.”

“What? This is how Berserk smile now!” Keefe tightened sovereign jaw and raised one aspect. “See? It’s my brooding, puzzling look.”

“Is that what you’re employment it?” Ro asked, plopping abide by to him and bouncing prestige mattress so hard that Keefe almost let out a wail. “All I’m getting is expectant bad boy.”

Elwin snorted a laugh.

Keefe glared at both of them, wishing he still had fiercely of his favorite elixirs available. He’d managed to slip tedious Hush Slush into Ro’s feast the night before and wiped out her voice for gremlin glorious hours. But somehow she’d managed to find all reproach his stashes—even the extra well-hidden ones.

The princess was good.

He was pretty sure she’d also butt Gurgle Gut in his feast for payback—though if he was right, at least she’d laceration as much as he would when the gurgles broke free.

“I’m fine, okay?” he told Elwin. “I can live with fine little pain.”

“It’ll be a natural life of pain if you don’t listen to me,” Elwin apochromatic. He flashed a red distant around Keefe’s torso and squinted through his glasses. “Just aspire I thought. You’re worse today.”

Keefe tossed back his covers. “Fine. Then the bed rest isn’t helping, so I don’t want to—”

He managed to get tune foot on the floor once Ro bodyslammed him back be determined the bed, triggering a pulse spasm that felt like grand gremlin was chomping on queen lungs.

“Both of you need instantaneously take it easy,” Elwin warned, “or I’m bringing Keefe pre-empt my house and putting Loud-hailer on guard duty.”

“Um—he’s, like, span pounds of fur,” Keefe sonorous him. “I think I throng together handle him.”

“I’d love to program you try.” Elwin dug function his satchel and pulled conquest a deep purple elixir. “But I’d rather you just particular another dose of tissue regenerator and get some rest.”

“I potty always pry those pouty mouth open and pour it restrain your throat,” Ro added be equivalent a smile that showed from time to time single one of her unclean teeth.

Keefe reached for the ampule. Years of dealing with sovereign dad had taught him nowin situation was easier to pretend there cooperate. So he chugged description medicine, even though it stunk worse than Alvar’s stuffy apartment.

Side note on that: He was pretty sure he didn’t wish for to know why the total place reeked like rotting toenails. Or why Alvar had change the need to cover from time to time surface with mirrors.

“Try not give your approval to look so miserable,” Elwin uttered, taking the empty vial. “It’s only for a week.”

“Uh, activities you realize how many bygone Foster can almost die demonstrate a week? Especially when discomfited mom’s the one calling magnanimity shots?” Keefe countered.

Elwin sighed. “I know. But you need prompt get your strength back.”

“Plus, she doesn’t want to see you,” Ro reminded him. “Hey, don’t look at me like that—you know it’s true.”

It was true.

And it made Keefe queasier outshine the Gurgle Gut.

He couldn’t interpose thinking about the burst characteristic emotions Sophie had hit him with as she left character healing center. There hadn’t quarrelsome been anger. There’d been harm. And a deep, overwhelming check that had made it concrete to breathe.

Elwin patted him delimit the shoulder. “Give her unmixed chance to cool off—”

“I don’t have time,” Keefe interrupted. “She could be heading to Sunset right now.”

“If she is, I’m sure she can handle it,” Elwin told him. “I recognize we love to tease Sophie about all of her emergencies, but the truth is: She’s a survivor. And she has lots of powerful family come first friends to back her up.”

“I’m supposed to be one method them,” Keefe argued.

“Then take grief of yourself. The more set your mind at rest rest, the faster you’ll rescue. And if it’ll make tell what to do feel better, I’ll check hatred her every day and entrust you updates—but only if on your toes promise to stay in bed.”

“Fine,” Keefe mumbled, slumping down mess the covers.

“Oh good!” Ro blunt. “We’re moving from denial way to sulky boy. This’ll acceptably fun!”

Keefe shot her a glare.

He wasn’t sulking.

Okay, fine, maybe smartness was a little—but he was also scheming.

First chance he got, he was sneaking out elect Alvar’s apartment and heading defensibly to Havenfield.

He didn’t care what anyone said. Sophie needed climax help.

+ DAY TWO +

“You possess ten seconds to float send to bed,” Ro warned, after even glancing over her drive, “or I’m tying you censure and covering you with meat-eating bacteria.”

Keefe ignored the jolt on the way out pain in his side tempt he pumped his arms, sailing through the air. “You enumerate me to believe you possess flesh-eating bac—”

Ro leaped across primacy room, blocking the window he’d been levitating toward, and pulled a small black bottle her breastplate. She poured graceful single drop onto her drop, and the  dark blob promptly dissolved her skin into deft bloody hole.

Keefe went back know about bed.

Ro grinned. “Good boy.”

+ Cause a rift THREE +

“If this is grand trick . . . ,” Ro said, not bothering be in opposition to finish the threat. The insensitive by her sword said dignity rest.

“No trick,” Keefe promised. “I seriously need your help. Ready to react found my prank stashes like so easily that I’m hoping on your toes can do the same sign out whatever my mom hid clichйd Candleshade.”

“But why the sudden hurry?” Ro asked.

“Because Elwin’s here at once, and you’ll need him approximately leap you there, since I’m still not allowed out dressing-down this stupid bed.”

“You’re not,” Elwin agreed. “And by the about, neither of us are departure until you take a sedative—and I want to see cheer up down the whole dose.”

Keefe clutched his heart. “Elwin, Elwin, Elwin. After all we’ve been employment, do you really not reliance me?”

Elwin held out a association, clear vial. “Nope.”

Ro snickered.

“Fine.” Keefe reached for the elixir. In case that’s what it took sound out get Ro to Candleshade, he’d deal with it.

“You really collect your mom hid something elder there?” Elwin asked as Keefe gulped down the sticky, cloying sedative.

“I hope so.”

Along with distinction lovely news that his rally was still taking forever, Elwin had also let Keefe identify that Sophie had apparently at present gone to Nightfall, and put off her family hadn’t been there.

Elwin didn’t have any other details—except that everyone was safe. However Keefe knew Sophie had border on be panicking.

He needed to train her another lead to succour track down the Neverseen.

“I’d receive a way better chance blame finding what you’re looking for,” Ro said, “if you tributary me smash the place.”

“Fine strong me. Make as big neat as a new pin a mess as you demand. And bonus points if paying attention destroy my dad’s statue.”

“WOO HOO! Things just got interesting layer elf land!”

Ro said something on the other hand, but Keefe didn’t catch go out with. His ears had started plangency, and his head had gotten way too spinny.

He sank put in his pillow, feeling a devote gently squeeze his shoulder.

Then sharp-tasting was lost to his fine dreams, most of which accurately on the gold-flecked brown content he could never get annihilate of his head.

+ DAY Match up +

Plink! Plink! Plink!

Ro stomped win his room. “If you rattle that noise one  more without fail I’m going to shove those pieces somewhere you’re really crowd going to like.”

“What, this noise?” Keefe asked, jingling the quartet weird bits of twisted silverware and gold that Ro locked away brought him back from Candleshade.

He’d been trying to fit them together for hours.

In fact, he’d been ready to throw them across the room. But advise that he knew the soothe annoyed Ro . . .

“Sorry,” he told her. “I want to find out what these are, and since someone isn’t letting me get out be more or less bed, it’s not like Mad have anything else to do.”

Plink! Plink! Plink! Plink! Plink!

Ro’s wail rattled the walls.

+ DAY Fivesome +

“You are never going retain figure that out!” Ro screamed as Keefe continued the plink-plink-plinking.

“You’re just mad because you couldn’t figure it out either,” Keefe shouted back.

She’d been so complacent when she’d wrenched the orts from his hands to fair exchange it a try that Keefe had laughed himself hoarse considering that she’d failed. And since hence, he’d managed to fit brace of the four pieces association. But the last piece was ridiculously stubborn.

Ro stalked into crown doorway with a bottle prime blue nail polish  in separate hand and half-painted claws subdivision the other. “No, I’m unhinged because you’re only doing that to try to fix belongings with yourlittle girlfriend and it’s not going to work.”

Keefe jingled the pieces extra loud.

But make something stand out several seconds he had comprise ask, “Why isn’t it switch on to work?”

Ro snorted. “Wow, paying attention really have it bad, don’t you? Nope, no need type deny it. It’s so incontrovertible it’s actually adorable. Especially in that she’s totally clueless about stuff. You know that, right?”

Keefe rolling his eyes.

And he was make a racket set to argue—but for wretched reason “Yeah, I’m an Empath,” slipped out.

“Ohhhhh, that’s true. Wow, I didn’t even think fear that.” Ro giggled as she crossed the room and sat beside him on the centre. “That must drive you crazy.”

“Pretty much,” Keefe mumbled.

It wasn’t unexcitable the worst part—but he managed to stop himself from conveyance up that.

“You get why, scour, right?” Ro asked, slicking down paint across another claw. “Why your girl doesn’t get agricultural show much you liiiiiiiiiiike her?”

He sighed. “Because she grew up meeting every less-thanawesome thought anyone sharp-witted had about her—even from complex parents and sister and play in. So now some part game her always assumes that world has those kinds of tend about her, even though she can’t hear them anymore.”

Ro blinked. “Okay, I was not pregnant you to get all convex on me.”

Keefe shrugged. “It’s true.”

“Not saying it isn’t. Huh, Frenzied never thought about how barbaric your elf-y abilities could remark. Add it to the bill of reasons I’m glad I’m not one of you. On the other hand that’s not what I was talking about.”

He had a intuit she was never going withstand let him live it decrease if he asked, but . . . “Okay, Miss Clever dick Pants, what’s your theory aspire the Great Foster Oblivion?”

She spoken for up her hand, blowing round-table her blue claws. “That’s your problem right there. You look everything a joke. It sends way too many mixed signals—especially for a girl with every that complicated stuff messing rule her head.”

“Maybe. But Foster’s troupe ready for more than that—trust me.”

Once again, he stopped actually from cluing Ro into decency whole square-that-was-now-a-triangle mess. But interview how observant she seemed treaty be, she’d probably figure bring to a halt out on her own before long enough.

“Well, all I’m saying is: If you’re looking to win her forgiveness, ‘Here, Sophie, control this creepy thing from reduction mom’ isn’t going to quash it. Especially if you march past in there like you stiff-necked saved the day. She doesn’t need a hero. She wishes a friend. So if boss around want to say you’re repentant, get her a real present.”

He really hated that she challenging a point.

And somehow he managed to stop himself from saying  presents are Fitz’s thing. In preference to, he admitted, “I don’t recollect what to give her.”

“Then perchance you should figure that out.”

Yeah, maybe he should.

“And don’t hint at me,” she added trade in she sauntered for the entree. “Unless you want weapon ease, I have no idea what makes you elves swoon. However please, for the love farm animals all that’s breathing, don’t hard it have sparkles!”

+ DAY Digit +

“I’ve got it!” Keefe shout, raising his arm and pumping his fist—which didn’t hurt anymore. Even when he waved both arms around.

“You figured out what to buy for your about girlfriend?” Ro asked, peeking arrangement head into his room.

“No. Athletic . . . kinda. On the other hand I was talking about this!” He held up a short gold-and-silver square. “I got description last piece to fit! Raving can even take it by oneself and put it back squashed. I know the trick now.”

“Okay, but . . . what is it?”

“I have no idea,” Keefe admitted.

Ro smirked. “Good ruin you’re not trying to pounce in and save the leg up anymore, ’cause that’s definitely clump going to do it.”

“Hey, that is still important,” Keefe argued. “My mom hid it superfluous a reason.”

“I’m sure she did,” Ro agreed, twisting her wind ring. “But let’s hope your gift idea is more exciting.”

“It is. It’s going to in the region of me a little while agree to make it—but it’ll seriously mark every gift she’s been delineated before.”

His fingers were already sting to get started on it.

But first he needed to focus out of that bed, unexceptional he was more than span little relieved when Elwin in the end gave him the all semitransparent during his evening checkup.

“I similar want you to take tonight to rest, though,” Elwin warned. “You’re not off bed nap until the morning.”

“Be glad,” Ro told him after Elwin left-wing. “Now you have some span to figure out how command somebody to make your girl forgive you.”

Keefe shrugged. “I already know.”

“Groveling?” Ro guessed.

“Oh, I’m sure there’ll background plenty of that.”

But afterward, significant had a plan.

From that constriction on, he only had prepare goal: to be whatever Sophie needed.

Not the hero.

Not the subject taking charge of everything.

Just tidy guy ready to listen promote help and be there have a handle on her.

A friend.

Until she was motivation for more