Page 88 of Heiress of Fire

“Of course.” Isaiah nodded. Without much effort, he softly gripped onto her hand before snaking his arm around her waist. Davina’s eyes widened and her heartbeat quickened. “I think you twisted your ankle. I can make a mixture of balms for you to rub against it.”

“No, no, it’s okay. Don’t worry,” she replied with a nervous laugh.

“We found you!” the last Predator sang.

Three Main Predators stood above the logs, their teeth set on display with clear malice in their eyes. Isaiah began to unravel his arm from Davina’s waist, slowly. The Predators jumped high in the air, daggers gripped tightly in their hands.

Isaiah pulled her to stand behind him, she held onto his shoulders, jumping on one leg to remain upright.

As they were mid-air, Isaiah raised his hand before him and made a fist. The Main Predators’ hands reached for their necks as they splashed onto the steep puddles of mud below them.

“What did you do to them?” she asked.

“Deoxygenation,” Isaiah chirped.

“You mean, you sucked the air out of their lungs?” Davina asked dumbfounded.

“Kind of.” He smiled.

She’d never seen anything like that before. Mistrans had been the most discreet Bellatormans when it came to the diversity of their abilities, making it almost impossible for Davina to learn more about their powers. Whenever she’d ask the King, the King would speak in proverbs and metaphors, which were often difficult to decipher. Probably to respect their desire for privacy.

“Let’s go. We need to get some balm on that injury,” he stated. “Can you walk?”

“Let me try,” Davina said. She took a few abrupt strides, and the pain in her ankle throbbed violently into her calf and shin. Isaiah was quick to catch her before she tripped.

Her cheeks heated as he wrapped an arm around her back. “Thank you.”

“It’s nothing. I need a few things from my tent back at Castellum, I can help you walk to your house and then come back with the remedy.”

“No!” Davina said. “No, I don’t want to worry Leilani. Let’s just head straight to Castellum.”

She had to think about how she would tell Leilani about Sadoc.

“Are you sure?” Isaiah asked, looking deeply into her brown eyes.

“Yes,” Davina said, quickly glancing away from his gaze.

Davina flinched as the balm over Isaiah’s fingers brushed against her bruised ankle which had become swollen as they made their way to the castle, making it almost impossible for her to walk. Isaiah had offered to carry her, but she felt too uncomfortable with being carried around as if she were a defenseless damsel.

She wondered whether the injury would heal rapidly if she brought forth her fire. Her abilities seemed to not heal her flesh wounds completely, but they would certainly take away most of the discomfort.

How she wished that her powers could remove the emotional turmoil she carried in her heart after distancing herself from Ron, who was a different person from the moment they parted ways the day they fought in the woods. He no longer smiled. His brows were usually scrunched as he held his jaw clenched. At least that’s how he was whenever she was around. She missed him more by the day.

“Does it feel better?” Isaiah’s voice interrupted her thoughts. Davina looked up at him, he was cleaning his hands with a white cloth.

The fire from the hearth showered him with a golden light.

Truthfully, she had not felt any better from within, but as she focused on the dislocation of her ankle, she was able to notice the pain had subdued. “Actually, yes, it does. Thank you, Isaiah.”

“No problem. I would do anything to help the Captain of the great Island Protectors,” he said as he set the cloth over the table and took a seat beside her. Her leg remained stretched over a small brown leather stool.

“Thank you for your kind words, but I’m not much of a Captain,” Davina sighed.

“Why do you say that?” he asked with a raised brow, pushing his frames up with his index finger.

Davina shook her head. “It’s silly.”

“If something is bothering you then I’m sure it’s not silly,” Isaiah said.

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