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“Of course.” The witch eyes me again, humming as she heads to her patient. She presses her hand on Rarity’s head, closing her eyes in deep thought. The necklaces around her neck are large gems, varying in size and shape, but they all begin to glow, clinking together as magic swirls around the room. “There is nothing I can do for her personally,” she says in disappointment.
I charge forward. “What the hell do you mean there is nothing you can do? You better fucking figure it out.”
“I don’t like to be spoken to like that,dragon.” She turns to Cailian, ignoring me and putting me out of her sight. “I can’tdo anything because only you and your mate can. She needs your blood. That is how she will heal. After that, she’ll be fine, but she will need a lot of blood. If you weren’t her mates, I would be worried, but your bodies replenish whatever she takes immediately. For her. I will see if I can find a protective shield for the kingdom to protect our Princess from the harshness of the sun.”
“What about the ability to walk in the sun again?” I question with excitement. “Her entire family can be healed. They won’t be trapped in the dark anymore.” It is the one good thing I can do for her.
“I am afraid, not even I have that kind of power,” she says in disappointment. “There is only one spell. It has only been written once. I do not know where it is. The best I can do is form a protective barrier.”
“Do that, please. At once. Everything or anyone else can wait.”
“Of course, Prince Cailian. I will let you know when the shield is active.” She takes a step toward the door and pauses. “I will warn you, she is going to be violent and thirsty when she wakes. She will use you and you will have to take it. Her true nature will control her. Reasoning with Rarity will not be possible, not until her vampire is sated. Do you understand?”
I nod, knowing I can handle anything my little vampire throws at me.
“Thank you, Raltena,” Cailian says, shutting the door behind her.
For good measure, he slides the lock into the place, then unties his robe. The velvet blue fabric falls from his body, pooling at his feet, and I feast on the view. He walks by me and against my better judgement, my arm wraps around his waist to stop him.
“Your witch said she would be violent. I should go first. I— I don’t want you to get hurt.”
His eyes are captivating, a soul-stealing shade of blue, and the silver swirls like molten treasure, shining brighter than any gold I have ever come across.
“Careful, Dovenyx. I will think you care if you speak like that to me.”
I release my hold on him, kneeling on the bed. “What did I say about calling me that?”
“Apologies. Nyx,” he corrects himself.
I bite into my wrist, shifting my teeth into the sharp points of my dragon’s fangs. Blood pools, dripping onto the bed. Holding one hand under my wrist to capture the liquid, I rush before the wound can close. I force her mouth apart, her fangs sharpening when she senses blood, and I press my wrist between her lips.
“I don’t like that name either.”
“Surely, you don’t like it when I call you, Dove? Last I remembered, you didn’t like that either.”
I grunt. “I don’t know what I like when it comes to you.”
“I will keep that in mind.”
We wait a few seconds, the blood filling her mouth until it spills from the corner. “I don’t think it’s working, Cailian. Maybe my blood isn’t strong enough? She has to be okay, Cailian. She has to be,” I whisper. “Please, My Darling Jewel. Drink me. Heal. Let us take away your pain.” She doesn’t move. Her eyes don’t open. Her body remains eerily still, reminding me of the air when danger is near— quiet and fierce. If I hadn’t heard her heartbeat, I would think she was dead.
“Look, Dove. Her body. She’s healing.” Cailian grins, pointing to her legs where the skin is morphing slowly from being a step away from slipping from her bones to stitching itself together. “It is working. It is working!” he shouts in happiness, small pebbles of ice rolling down his cheeks as he cries in relief.
I also get emotional, my eyes burning with the familiar fire of wanting to cry with happiness knowing she will be okay. “Sowhen she is injured, blood. Near death, blood. That seems to always be the answer. That is good to know. I’ll need to study up on vampire knowledge so I know everything that can harm her and save her.”
“Or you can let her tell you herself when she wakes up. I am sure she will be glad to answer any questions.”
He bends down to pick up his robe, the curve of his back awakening my want for him, and I growl in warning. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
He turns his head to me, brows pinched in confusion, and his hair falls into his face like long icicles. “I am getting dressed. As Rarity is okay now, I am no longer needed.”
I puff out a breath of smoke. “I didn’t say you could get dressed, Treasure. You’re to remain naked for me while I heal our firebond.”
“What if I do not wish to be naked in front of you, Nyx?”
I close my eyes in frustration, chuffing at the audacity of the question. “Do not fool yourself, Little Elf. You and I both know being naked for me is one of your favorite—” My sentence is cut off when Rarity bites down on my wrist. Her fangs sink to the bone. “Fuck!” I roar out, my dragon’s baritone slipping through. “Rarity. That hurts. Can you please let—” She cuts me off again, holding my wrist to her mouth, snarling with red eyes, and the more I try to pull away, the more pressure she puts on my arm.
And it isn’t regular pressure. She’s using her vampire strength and if she presses any harder, she might snap my arm.
