Page 211 of Beast and Remedy
I loosen my grip, trying to remain calm as a thrashing in my chest expands. The beast rages and gnaws through me, my magic scorching in my veins.
Something is wrong.Gravelywrong.
Quickly, I beg, “Whose blood do I need? Please, tell me. I need to help my sister and fix this before we disperse the cure.”
Her gaze roams the room, lingering on her mother and King Vinzent and Stefan. By the time she peers back, her features have softened.
I refuse to believe I can’t fix this. “Pleasetell me. I’ll do anything.”
She shrinks inwardly, seeming at a loss for words. “It’s the blood of healers.”
“Alright,” I start, trying to gain control of my crumbling world. “I’ve already got Beau’s. Who’s the other? I’ll find them and fix it all.”
She shakes her head. “Don’t you see?”
“See what?”
I try to remember what she told me, but I can’t keep the panic from occupying my thoughts. But what else could there be?
She places her hand atop mine, squeezing it twice and pulling me from my reverie. “It’s you.”
“What?”
“The shadows warned me about the blood of healers, but it was because something blocked me from seeing everything clearly,” Sybille says, her past words echoing in my mind.
Be careful of the shadows.
My gaze darts to Stefan, my heart hammering in wonder.
Could he—could he be a seer, too? Or his father? Was he trying to help me or prepare me for the missing piece needed for the remedy this entire time?
Stefan’s eyes find mine. He smiles, dipping his chin and my stomach flips.
Sybille’s voice draws me back. “When we received word of the cure and your sister’s health, my vision cleared. The fog receded, and Alora showed me Beau’s and your blood being the missing piece for humans and animals.”
My mouth falls, my brain processing.
Beau’s gifted by Yeva to heal others, butme?
I’ve always had a passion for itbecauseof him. I even sought to treat the injured and sick creatures of the forest. Me? Seen by the Makers as a healer? Could that be what we needed for both species? A healer of both human and beast?
“Did you see if the cure would require two doses of medicine for each infected being?”
“Just one.”
I should be relieved, joyful, and happy she’s revealed so much. Yet my bones unsettle, tension rolls up my spine, and I slump.
“Thank you for telling me,” I say, despite the anxiety clamping down on my heart.
Looking to the dance floor, I seek out Beau to warn him. With no clear sign of him, I try for Jules or Marian, but neither is visible.
I face Sybille. “I need to go fix the tonics in the alchemy room. But I also need to find King Beauvais.”
She perks up. “I can find him for you.”
I squeeze her shoulders. “Would you tell him to not make the announcement yet and meet me in the alchemy room?”
“Of course.”
