Page 106 of The Vampire's Mercy
Bollocks to this pile on of things with no clues to help sift through it.
“Keep singing…”
The vampire king folded his arms. “Since when do elves possess magic?”
I went to explain, coughing so hard I brought up blood.
“The body of the precious one is adjusting.”The voice rolled inside my skull.
I snarled, retorting with, “Can you shut the fuck up?”
“Me?” Silvanus questioned.
Awful agony throbbed in my forehead, so painful I had to lay down. The gentle glow of the fairy lights hurt my eyes, my body breaking out in a feverish sweat.
“Paris? What’s wrong?”
I shivered, my temperature fluctuating between hot and cold. My stomach roiled, gurgling from upset, a spike of nausea making the room spin.
“By Aidan…” I curled into a ball, clamping my eyes shut.
Please stop spinning, please stop spinning, please stop spinning…
“Paris?”
The spinning stopped, every affliction ebbing. I opened my eyes and released a massive sigh of relief.
“Is it over?” I sat up, checking my hands. No more purple smoke, no more nausea, my chest clear again. But the wordunlockkept making itself known.
“Shit.”
The bed rocked from Silvanus taking a seat close to me. “Are you alright?”
I checked my hands again. “Not really.”
Medusa hissed, chiming in.
I explained what’d happened again, looking him in the face. “Makes no sense, right? But I guess I’ll sing until it does.”
Dammit. Damn everything.
He stood up, walking toward the balcony doors. “The smell is familiar.”
Oh, yeah. Blackberries and roses. “How so?”
The king hefted Medusa off the floor, draping her across his shoulders, still facing away from me. “I don’t know.”
What answer did I expect? “I can’t smell it.”
“I see.” He turned around, his scarlet eyes luminous. “Sing and see if anything happens.”
“After a glass of water,” I said, tapping on my throat.
He didn’t say anything until a knock sounded on the door. “Come in.”
Elio arrived with a glass of water. “For you.” The thrall held it out to me, expression blank for the most part. But I saw hints of disgust there, the envy glinting in his eyes.
“Thanks.” I took the cold glass and gulped half of it down.
