Page 75 of The Dark Fae Princess
“Savvie!” Jerrick exclaims reaching me and grabbing my arm.
The blood is pouring out of my arm, but I give him a watery smile. “I’m fine. Seriously. It doesn’t hurt.”
“That’s because your arm has gone numb,” he informs me and gives Trey a death stare.
“It’s not his fault,” I start. “I lost concentration.”
He mutters under his breath as Trey’s pale face gives me a worried look.
“I’m okay,” I tell him. “Look, it’s healing.”
Jerrick grabs my arm and stares down at the wound that is closing up. “How?” he asks curiously. “That was a Light Fae blade. It should be…” He clears his throat. I know what he was going to say. He was going to say it should be decimating my flesh as we stand here looking at it.
“It’s the Vampire,” my mother says as she saunters into the garden, holding hands with my father.
“What?” I spit at her. “I’mnota Vampire. No part of me.”
She drops my father’s hand and comes closer. “Maybe nowhere you’ve searched within,” she says. “But it’s there. It had to be.”
“Ugh,” I snarl and then remember that Theo isalla Vampire and I’ve just insulted him terribly. “Sorry,” I mutter, giving him a small smile. He gives me a tight one back.
Offense taken.
“It makes sense,” Jerrick says, quietly. “It’s the only thing that does.”
“Question,” Trey pipes up, his color coming back into his face now that I’m no longer bleeding. “Is there a cure for these wounds?”
“Yes,” Jerrick says and holds up a small, shimmering vial of anti-magick.
“Okay, that’s a relief,” Trey mumbles.
Jerrick gives him a scathing look. “Do you really think that I would risk the Princess without a cure?”
Trey just shrugs.
My arm is feeling fine now, and I’m ready to keep going. Shaking off the disgust that somewhere deep in my DNA a Vampire lurks, I bend to pick up the fallen sword. “Were you skulking?” I ask my mother.
“Kind of,” she admits. “We wanted to see how you were getting on.” She gives me a sly smile. “We also wanted to see if our theory was correct, and look at that…” She beams at my father.
He beams back at her, looking as happy as I have ever seen him.
“You mean you’ve thought about this?” I snap.
“Since day one,” Daddy says. “But you never hurt yourself so severely for the healing to kick in. We figured this…” he gestures around… “had disaster written all over it.”
“Oh, nice,” I drawl. “Thanks for rushing to my aid.”
“You didn’t need it,” Mother says breezily. “Now, listen to your father, Savvie. He has something to say.”
I gulp. Is this about the four men standing around me that suddenly have guilt written all over their faces?
“O-Oh?” I croak.
“You are very adept with a sword, no mistake,” Daddy says, “but you have to combine your magick with physical fighting.”
“I was getting to that later,” Jerrick chimes in, annoyed that his tactics are being put into question.
“She is ready,” Daddy says.
