Page 112 of MidKnight
He was already pale. So pale. The blood was drying on his lips. It wasn’t bubbling anymore.
“Sarding hell, don’t die! Don’t die.” I pressed down on the puncture wound on his stomach.
“Bloss?” Declan came over to me. He was naked, having struggled out of the scraps of my dress.
“We need Ryan to heal him. We need to heal him,” I repeated, pressing deeper.
“That’s … Abbas!” Declan exclaimed.
I shook my head. “It’s Blue. It’s Blue and he brought you back. We need to heal him!”
I heard my other knights gather behind me.
Ryan knelt next to me and gently moved my hands. His big fingers pressed into Blue’s windpipe.
“Heal him!” I screamed at my knight. “You were dead, and he saved you!”
Ryan’s chocolate eyes filled with sadness as he met my gaze. “He’s gone, Little Dearling. I can heal. I can’t bring back the dead.”
“No,” I whispered. “No, I made a mistake. It was a mistake. Don’t die because of my mistake.” I pushed Ryan back and leaned forward, taking Blue by the shoulders. My fingers dug in. “Come on. Don’t go. Stay, Blue. I believe you. If you’re Blue … and you’re Abbas—the real Abbas…” I was engaged to Abbas. The real Abbas.
The golden haze that had filled the cave to save Declan appeared again.
Hope bloomed in my chest.
But this time, the haze didn’t shoot down and heal Blue. It hovered in midair over us, hesitantly.
“What is that?” Connor asked.
I didn’t answer. I stood and yelled at the haze, pointing down at Blue’s body. “I wished for my knights to be alive. All of them. That includes this cad.” I bent over Blue and whispered in his ear. “You didn’t know, but your brother signed an engagement contract with your name on it. You’re mine. You’re my knight.”
Blue didn’t move. Darkness licked at my stomach like black fire and I rose up, screaming at the golden haze. “Fix him! You have to fix him!”
Still, the haze hovered. It didn’t move. It didn’t fix him.
My pleas meant nothing.
Of course, they meant nothing.
Magic did what it wanted. Not what it should. What had that wizard said? It caused more problems than it fixed?
My thoughts and vision grew blurry as I stared down at the poor, innocent prince. The one who’d given a wish to me … even as I’d killed him.
I bent down slowly and settled beside Blue, stroking my red palm over his soft midnight hair. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I didn’t believe you.” I stroked the side of his cheek. “The djinni … he looked like you. No wonder you were pissed at him.” I laughed hollowly.
“Bloss Boss,” Connor gently tried to take my hand and pull me up, but I wrenched away, grabbing onto Blue.
I stared down at his empty brown eyes, smoothed his thick straight brow, “You were a friend, right from the moment we met.”
I reached my fingers to close his eyes.
Donaloo’s voice sounded in my head. “The spelling’s in the details. And the details are in the spells.”
My thoughts cleared. I saw what I’d been missing. Like I was now thinking through a magnifying glass and could see details that weren’t there before.
The magic cloud of golden dust still hovered uncertainly above me as the realization hit.
Blue wasn’t my knight yet. Almost. But not quite. And something inside prompted me, urged me to bind myself to him.
