Tam bends down, her voice low so as to not travel, “You’re a great asset, Lena. I hope you know that.”
I don’t bother looking up as my magic works its way through the boy, looking for anything major we can heal before letting him go. “Funny. You say that like I have a choice in the matter.”
Not that it would have been a hard decision. I would have come to help the child no matter what. It just starts to grate on my nerves when it’s an order rather than a question.
“We all have roles to play in this town, Lena.” Tam’s voice is a growl, a warning.
“Right,” I scoff, pulling my magic back into me slowly. “Yours is growling and posturing, while mine is patching up the mess your kind leaves behind. Fulfilling.”
“Remember your place, witch. You’re alive because we prot
It became easy to tell when it was a new day as my magic slowly came back. Every morning, the tattoo’d wolf would come and grab me, silently leading me to a new patient. He wouldn’t speak, but he wasn’t outright mean as he lead me around, his hands oddly gently on my body.With every new heal, more questions arose than answers.A young woman with limbs surgically removed, and replaced with those of a completely different supernatural being.A middle-aged human man with ragged bite wounds, like they had thrown him in with a pack of wolves.A mermaid whose tail was removed and replaced with legs and feet.With every new experiment, I’m brought in to fix what I could. Question weren’t allowed, and speaking often got me beaten. But the patterns were there nonetheless. Each an
I set the sleeping Faerie down on her cot, brushing her black hair out of her face. How she has managed to stay alive on Earth this long, is a surprise to me. Most of her kind… our kind… went home long ago, where they were safe.If I had the option, I would probably run away to the homeland, myself. But my duty to Kai keeps me Earth-side, not to mention my wolf half I got from my father. I knew the moment I touched her and the electricity zapped through my body that she was mine, and then she healed the boy in a way I’ve never seen before and cemented my suspicions.But how do I get her out of here safely, while keeping my oath to Kai? And why is she even here, acting like a healing witch?I shake my head, leaning down to give her a soft kiss on her forehead before heading for the door. Before I get there though, the screaming starts. Her body thrashes against a hidden pain. The stories my mo
After what feels like hours but was only a stumbling few minutes, we come to a large wooden door. The guard pauses outside of it, turning to stare at me with near black eyes before shaking his head and pushing open the door.The inside looks pretty similar to my small cage, the only difference being the tall stainless steel table that takes up the majority of the middle of the room. Everything else is cast in metal, and spotless. On the bed is a young boy, maybe sixteen, barely breathing. His skin is a sickingly pale gray color, his arms and legs lashed to the table with leather scraps that shouldn’t be able to hold any supernatural. Blood drips from a large wound in his arm, filling a bucket underneath him.“Fix him,” a voice says from the corner of the room, startling me. I gasp, turning toward the large man. His body is covered in leather, and his white hair is slicked back, stark a
With no window in the cell, I quickly began to lose track of all time, delirious with the silence. Days blurred into weeks, if they were days at all. Time didn’t seem to move like the outside world, and all I could track is how often another supernatural was pulled from their cell kicking and screaming. Seeing how the boss hadn’t come to see me yet, like threatened, I could only assume it’s been a few hours…And thirteen people have been dragged out of their cells. Most didn’t return.My body forces me to sleep in short bursts, a spring in the mattress sticking into my side, but I refuse to turn over. Instead, I keep my face trained toward the door in case someone intrudes. Every time I would drift off to sleep it felt like falling into a black sea that offered no real rest, my mind still trained on the tiny cell. Every new sound would have me jolting awake, drenched in sweat, with my magic sparking in pa
The door shuts behind her with a heavy finality. The lock clicks into place, leaving me in silence. I let out a slow breath, tilting my head back to stare at the cracked ceiling. The single bulb buzzes obnoxiously overhead, flickering just slightly enough to drive a person insane. The room is cold, leaving me shivering and wishing I had thicker clothes. Luckily, even in my jump from a car, sleeping in the forest, and being imprisoned, Rhett’s coat only has minor tears.I bury my nose into the fabric, wishing for just the briefest of smells to calm my racing heart. But there’s nothing. I think back to the man who carried me inside, before being taken to his own cell. Is it close to mine? I shake my head at the thought. Who cares if the man smells nice, Lena, he helped them imprison you… and then he kept you safe from the pain…Voices, muffled and distant, pull me from my thought
It must have been hours before anyone else came to see me. After what I think was a quick nap, my body giving up its ability to stay awake, I jolt awake when someone starts to scream.Since then, I’ve given up trying to count the minutes. While most Fae have an internal clock, with my magic as stretched as thin as it is, it doesn’t seem to be working. Instead, time passes slowly, distorted by pain and the burn of my magic repairing what it can. Every inch of magic back is an inch gone as it tries to keep up with the growing pain.My shoulder still throbs, even though it reset hours ago, my ribs grind if I shift wrong, but the worst is the giant hole that has taken up residence inside of me. A hole that should be brimming with magic.It feels like an eternity before the sound of boots ring out against the hard ground. The door creaks open, and a tall woman steps inside. Her dark hair is braided tight