"The child is only two years old. He has a blood disorder that is making him weak; they believe that his mother was poisoned while pregnant. The effect of it is only now presenting itself. Here.” Camo hands her his cell phone so she can see photos of the boy.
The room is eerily quiet; their breathing is the only sound that can be heard, until Petra lets out a quaint gasp.
“He looks so small.” Her hand goes to her mouth.
“He is getting weaker by the week,” Halen adds. “There is only so much I can take to help him.”
“You are the healer of the club?” she asks him and he nods.
“I am.”
She studies him.
“I have heard of you, Halen.” Something passes between them, something charged, that’s for sure.
She clears her throat, and she hands the phone back to Camo. Then she takes a fortifying breath, pushing to her feet. I watch her every move, not sure what she is about to do.
I do not know her from Lucifer, so as the Enforcer of the club, it is my duty to protect my VP and Halen.
She pulls open a wooden door of an old-looking cupboard. Dropping to her knees, she presses a few buttons, then a door pops open. Leaning in, she collects something, then sits back, closing her eyes and muttering something too quiet for any of us to hear.
Getting to her feet, she steps around the table, standing in front of Camo.
“This will help that darling child. Please, give my blessing and my hope to the family.” She hands Camo a small organza bag with a vial inside, and a clump of hair tied with twine.
“Thank you,” Camo says, frowning, like he is shocked that she is being cooperative.
She tilts her head and, smiling at him, she taps him on his nose, making him pull back.
I laugh, then cough into my hand, getting a glare sent my way.
“You thought that I would be combative, not willing to help. We are pixies, Camo. We will help and fix anything that we can, just do not take advantage.”
VP nods, pushing to his feet and tucking the small bag into his pocket.
“We were told that you could be difficult to work with,” Camo confesses, making her laugh, which has a whimsical sound.
“To some we are, as we do not like to help those who take from us to hurt others.”
“Fair enough. Well, thank you for working with us.”
“Thank you for being honest.” She leads us out of the office, her friend inching behind a large statue to hide, and I snap my teeth at him, making him yelp and jump.
“You are trouble, vampire.” Petra grins at me, then her face drops, something passing over her delicate features. “You might want to get that.” She points to Camo’s side where his phone is, just as it rings.
His brows dip, pulling out his phone.
“Pres.” His gaze snaps to mine and I know something bad has happened to Delaney.
“Got it. On our way.” He ends the call. “Starlight. Now.”
25
Delaney
My knees bounce as we drive to Starlight.
Mr. O called Winger, informing him that Monica got hurt at work. She was attacked by a vampire and had a message for the club.
