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“I’ll stand,” I choke out.
“The magic will hurt. Have a seat.”
“Heal me or get out.”
Philippa assesses the hole in my chest. “How are you not dead?”
“I’m an Alpha. If the McMar Alpha can survive walking into a blood shield, I sure as fuck can survive a little arrow prick.”
“It was a somper.Thicker than an arrow.”
“Can you speed up me healing?”
She smears my blood onto her hands and then her face and starts chanting. I hate blood magic. It’s unnatural and makes my belly rise, acid traveling up my throat. I hear the magic searing my body, feel it forcing my magic to work on itself faster, and I snarl at the female when my vision blurs and darkness starts to close in on me.
Staggering back, I wobble.
“Sit down, you stubborn asshole.”
“I’m not an arsehole. I’m a jerk.” My chest hurts now more than before. I press a hand over it as if that might plug the arrow hole that’s causing me pain. But under my palm, my flesh has healed. It’s sore and bloody, has no skin yet, but it’s healed.
I think…thinking about Marybell hurts my chest. “It still hurts,” I tell the mage.
Philippa steps away, her eyes sad. “I know. But you’ll find her. You will.”
I change the subject. “How is me brother?”
“Well enough. I reattached his arm.”
“Damn.”
“Yeah.” She blows at her bangs. “Seith, you will find her.”
I’m afraid if I speak of her or let anyone else speak of her, my chest wound might tear open again, and inside, they’ll see a lycan heart that’s dying. I’ve heard stories that lycans feel their mates though a bond, but either the stories are fairy tales or our bond isn’t strong enough to be felt or…or Marybell is waiting for me at the bottom of the lake.
I inhale a sharp breath.
Philippa looks worried. “Oh, Seith, please let me help you. I’ll make you a tea. It will settle you down for a bit.”
“No tea.”
“I’m sorry.” She breaks down and starts bawling her eyes out. Big, ugly tears, snot coming out of her nose. For fuck’s sake. Poor girl.
“I’m so sorry,” she wails. “I’m sorry about the mages. I didn’t know they were with Dan. Had I known, I would have told you. And there are two more at large, and I’m starting to think the stuck-up princess was right and all the mages are a threat and for as long as they’re roaming lycan lands, nobody is safe.”
“After some rest, you and Spence will search for them.”
Philippa nods, wiping her face with a handkerchief she withdrew from between her breasts. Then she stares at the handkerchief and starts crying even more. “This fine linen is from the princess. I found it here, washed it, and kept it.”
“Sit down, Philippa.” I support her by the elbow and walk her to the couch.
She sits and cries while I step outside onto the deck and close the window. I follow the blood that I scent is my mate’s to the edge of the deck and dive into the icy lake, eyes wide open, searching.
29
MARYBELL
The heavens are warm and familiar, the scents comforting, and the voices are those I recognize.
