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“Nothing, mother,” her daughter answers with a bored expression.
“That’s what I thought.” Davanna turns her attention back to me. “
Wanting to humor her, I ask, “What is this prophecy? Have I heard of it?”
Davanna makes aharrumphsound toward Dafni, then smiles in my direction. “Maybe, maybe not, but I’ll fill you in just in case.” Davanna begins to pace. “It all began when I met with a man who instructed me in the ways of immortality. You see, Teagan,” she looks my way for a moment, then continues to pace. “You’re not the only one with royalty in your blood. The gentleman I met with, you see, he’s given me the power of becoming a Lich.”
I tilt my head in confusion. “A leach? Like a blood sucker?” It suits her, honestly.
Dafni snorts, then coughs over her laugh.
Davanna shoots her a hostile glare. “No,” she corrects then gives her attention back to me. “Becoming a Lich allows me to regenerate in my body if I’m ever killed. So long my body remains intact, I won’t die. Isn’t that amazing?”
She’s fucking insane is what she is.
“Totally,” I exclaim with a dry note of hilarity. “However, I need to know how this ability makes you royalty?”
“Oh, darling, that’s where you come in! Don’t you understand? If you cease to exist, someone must take over in your stead.” She motions to herself. “Why not me?”
And there it is, her laid out plan. It didn’t take tying me up and trying to kill me to get her to spill her guts. It was me simply flattering her. Hell, I could have done that during a meeting conference.
“Well,” she states and wipes her hands together as if dusting debris away. “Looks like we’re done here. Shayde darling,” she calls. She snaps her fingers and points at me. “Kill her.”
“Finally,” Dafni groans. “Can we leave now?” She glances over to Shayde. “Make it long and painful. She deserves nothing less.” Dafni winks at me.
Just for fun, I blow her a kiss.
She groans, rolls her eyes, and then she disappears with her mother.
The moment I’m left with just Shayde, I’m not sure what he’s going to do, but killing me doesn’t seem to be on his agenda. At least with how he was talking to me earlier.
He pushes off the wall and makes his way toward me. “I need to leave some evidence you died in the room.” He pulls out a knife. “We can cut your palm and let you bleed, then I’ll heal you right after.”
I frown and shake my head. “Hell no. How about you let me loose first? Then maybe I’ll cut you and let you bleed?”
He lifts his brow and shakes his head. “Our blood is different and you know that.”
“Obviously,” I sass back. “But, please, release me.” A pause passes between us and when he doesn’t move, I add on, “Now.”
Shayde bends down and, using the knife in his hand, easily slices through the ropes holding me to the chair. I rub my skin where it hurts and he reaches for me.
Hesitant, I take a step back. “What are you doing?”
“I can heal you,” he states.
“No. Give me the knife. Let’s get this over with.” I hold out my hand and he brings the blade toward my palm. I pull away. “No, give me the knife. You’renotcutting me.”
“Oh,” he whispers. For a beastly creature, he’s acting quite tame in my presence. Then again, he knows he fucked up.
I examine the blade and lift my gaze to his. “I hope this blade is clean.”
“It is,” he reassures me.
I lower my gaze back to my hand and press the sharp edge to my palm and close my hand around it. Pulling it across my skin, it slices open my flesh like a hot knife on cool butter.
And it hurts like a motherfucker.
Blood seeps from my palm and I let the blood droplets trickle across the floor.
