Page 22 of Which Witch is Willing?
What the hell was he talking about, and how was she still here? With each second that ticked by, it became easier to breathe. A stinging tingle generated inside her. It wasn’t unpleasant, really, but wasn’t like anything she’d ever experienced before. Definitely otherworldly. What was happening to her?
Killian carried her into the manor, up the stairs to her bedroom, and gently laid her on the bed. Everyone else traipsed into her room behind them.
“I’ll get some water,” Moira said. “We need to clean the wounds. Claire, be ready to cauterize them shut if need be.”
“There will be no need for such barbaric measures.” Killian reached for the buttons on Tierra’s blouse.
Tierra attempted to slap his hands away, but she felt too weak, and in need of nourishment. She was suddenly shaky and starving like she hadn’t eaten in days.
“If you want to help, bring up a tray of food that is easy to digest and has a high levels refined carbohydrates,” Killian instructed.
“You know she’s a health nut and doesn’t believe in putting that kind of poison into her body,” Claire said.
“Well, shehasmade an exception for pork rinds and bacon as the tadpole likes them,” Moira said.
“I want to know what the fuck is going on right now,” Aerin demanded. “Why isn’t she dead? Not that I want her to be.” She turned to the three Horsemen. “Why are we just standing here? Shouldn’t you be doing something like chasing after that hideous harpy? No way is she allowed her to live after she pitchforked my sister.”
Killian succeeded in getting Tierra’s blouse unbuttoned. She clutched the fabric to her with a whimper she couldn’t hold in. Her body was on fire, the tingling morphing into a furnace of sensations.
“You peeping Toms, get out,” Moira said. “Tierra doesn’t want you seeing her undressed.”
“She doesn’t have anything that we all haven’t seen before.” Nick scoffed. “You’re identical, remember?”
“Shut your mouth, and get your ass out.” Moira gave him a shove to get him moving.
“Please, my love,” Claire implored Dru. “She needs privacy.”
“Should you require assistance, you’ll find us in the attic,” Julian said to Killian. He gave the room a slight bow and took his exit.
“Tierra is the one hurt. Why would you need Julian?” Aerin asked.
Killian ignored her and addressed Tierra. “Come on, let me see,” Killian said softly. “Everything’s going to be all right. Trust me, my gazelle.”
She released her hold on the fabric, and he bared her to his gaze.
Killian held his hand out. “A wet rag.”
Moira ran for the adjoining bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth.
“Someone get her some food.” Killian’s tone brooked no argument.
“I’ll see what I can find.” Claire left in search of carbs.
He wiped the cloth across her chest, and Tierra braced herself for the pain. But none came.
Kilian smiled down at her with pride. “You are doing great. Just a little more time and you will be good as new.”
“How?” Tierra choked out, confused.
“That’s what I want to know,” Moira said. “What the hell kind of discount voodoo is this? She doesn’t even have puncture wounds anymore.”
“Is the zygote doing this?” Aerin asked. “That thing is getting bloody powerful if it can bring her back from the brink.”
“No,” Killian said. “This is all Tierra’s doing.” His eyes radiated pride and delight. “Her transformation is complete. She’s immortal.”
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Transformation?
