Chapter 46

Chance and my sick mate

I was laying on the bed next to Skye, lost in my thoughts as I recalled what had occurred to my mate. I wondered why Nyx told me this Torin fellow didn't have magic when he was the one responsible for the rot magic Skye was suffering from. Had he meant that he drained him and took from him whatever powers that remained? I figured that's what he had meant as I pulled Skye against my side. I could see her chest rising and falling with each of her quiet breaths. I checked on the black vein and noticed that it was moving up the side of her neck. I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye and saw the male spirit at the patio door. I rushed towards the patio practically tearing the glass door from the track.

"Hey I forgot to ask for your name," I mumbled quickly. The ghost smiled and told me he was called Dalton. I nodded and realized that there was another person on the patio. It was an older woman. I glanced over at her and asked if she could help my queen. I e