Page 26 of The Immortal's One
Please, tell me he means doctors.
I’m open to alternative medicine, but I don’t think acupuncture is going to help a cracked rib.
“No.” Thane frowns. “Healers. They are?—”
“Enough.” Des’s voice slices through the air like a blade. My eyes snap up, and his gaze is heavy as he looks at me before facing his brother.
He moves, his form framed by the sunlight pouring through the tall window behind him. It makes him appear almost otherworldly, ethereal—like some god, too perfect to touch. He’s stunning.
Ugh, Darcie!
He helped kidnap you. Stop checking him out!
“There’s no point in continuing this discussion,” Des declares. “I’ve already told you—she is notThe One. Keeping her here, explaining anything to her, would be a mistake. Once she’s healed, we should take her back to her home.”
“I’d like to go home!” I chime in, my voice rising in desperation. I look between Thane and Des, unable to tell who’s in charge here. “As soon as possible, please.”
Thane’s lips press into a thin line. “I’m afraid that’s not a good idea.”
Des growls.
My pulse quickens. Thane’s words hang over my head like a threat.
My voice is barely above a whisper. “Am I your prisoner?”
Thane recoils. “Of course not. How could you think such a thing?”
“Maybe because she’s here against her will,” the ebony-haired woman mutters, sarcasm dripping from every word. “What else is she supposed to think about this situation?”
The man in the chair speaks again. “Let’s not be hasty, Des. How can you be sure she’s not her?”
“Do you think I wouldn’t know?” Des snarls, his eyes narrowing. Something in the air shifts, and I swear the bookshelf behind him shakes.
I blink rapidly, trying to clear the fog in my mind.
No, nothing trembles. Not the books, not the air. Nothing but the storm brewing in Des’s gaze.
He steps forward, glaring at the man across from me. “I, of all people, would recognize her.”
Another memory hits me—like a jolt, a crack in my mind. The conversation I overheard, just outside the club bathroom. Des and Thane had argued about the exact same thing right before Des addressed me by my full name.
Unease twists in my gut. I don’t understand what “The One” means or why they think it relates to me. I’m missing pieces to this puzzle, but I don’t expect I will get them. Not if Des has anything to say about it.
“But you haven’t been searching for her,” the man in the chair points out, speaking to Des. “Perhaps your lack of enthusiasm has dulled the connection. You might recognize her if you spend more time in her presence.”
Thane nods his agreement. “I feel a connection to her.”
“As do I,” the seated man says.
The women on the sofa remain silent.
“You’re both being unreasonable.” Des’s patience snaps. His body is taut, his frustration barely contained.
“That is not our intention,” Thane counters. “You seem to forget this affects us all.”
“That doesn’t change the fact she is nother!” Des roars, his words like a violent wave crashing through the room.
Pictures on the wall rattle. A wave of pain pulses behind my left eye, sharp and insistent. Des’s anger is tangible, thickening the air around us like a storm ready to break. I close my eyes, pressing my fingers to my temple, trying to push back the ache that intensifies with every tense word exchanged.
