The deep red liquid in the goblet was frothing. Amelia couldn’t believe that they had together found the Divinity Elixir—something that Vargauz had been waiting for a long time to acquire. He had spent years of searching for it. She was moved from the core of her heart when after so many years of searching for it, he asked her to drink it. And just because he wanted her to attain divinity, to be his wife. Even though she was bleeding heavily, her hands were covered in blood and she was pale, she couldn’t help feeling love for this fae. He was so different from Daniel.

Before Vargauz could answer her, Xikoth said, “He made you drink it in order to make you the vessel of the elixir. Don’t you understand Ilaria? You are the Divinity Elixir. Your blood is what they seek. They killed you thousands of years ago and once again they are going to repeat the history.” 

Xikoth said in his soothing, throaty voice, “You are safe here. If you leave the Kingdom of Xomor, they will abduct you. At the moment they are lurking near him madly to find a trace of you.” 

Next day Xikoth had sent her a thick book on symbols with a note:[Read it and if you are not able to understand anything, Zaila will help you. And if even she can’t e

After sucking blood from Amelia, Xikoth had recovered within an hour. He couldn’t sleep that night as he continued to stare at her until the wee hours of the morning. She was so pale that he had covered her with a blanket and hugged her body in order to give her all the warmth she needed. Her face showed color in a few hours and relief flooded him. She was so beautiful that his breath hitched in his throat. When he had saved her from Vargauz, part of her hair had turned golden, but today almost half of her hair was golden. He lifted them in his hand and let the silky tresses fall