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Chapter 87
Chapter 87
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Ivar and I are sitting in someone’s living room, and he looks as uncomfortable as I feel. He lets out a heavy sigh and holds out a golden flash for me. I take it and tuck it into my jacket, knowing that Ragnar was the one to give it to him. I take his hand, feeling very nervous about all of this.
“Sophie?” I look up to see Ragnar coming our way.
Ivar and I stand as he gets to us. He doesn’t seem too convinced about what we’re doing here, and honestly, it’s a long shot. We all know that I am no more than a novice with these new abilities. A couple of weeks ago, I didn’t even know what I was. However, this is big. Bigger than me and the problems I brought over from Artume City.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” I say when he can’t bring himself to put any words together. Her clears his throat and takes a deep breath.
“Did you give it to her?” he asks Ivar. He nods. “Okay, Soph. This is a special healing water from your friends at the Temple. Seraph dropped it off in the morning.”
“You asked her?” I ask, knowing that he didn’t. The three, or rather five, of us are the only ones who know. He shakes his head, and suddenly I feel a whole lot better about the outcome. Inod. “Okay, then we should trust her to know what she’s talking about.”
“I’m glad you feel that way, because it’s bad,” he lowers his gaze. Just do the thing you did for me the other night. She really needs this. No one should live that way.”
“She’s ready for you,” we all look over at Mr Polucci.
He looks defeated. I let go of Ivar’s hand and make my way over to him. Neither of us says a word as we make our way deeper into the house. The mansion is grand. Shiny marbled floors, bright, elegant decor, and portraits of people I’ve never seen before. It looks like someone is constantly keeping everything clean.
Just as we get to a couple of double doors, I find a portrait of a woman and Mr Polucci. He’s sitting on what looks like a leather throne, while she stands behind him with her hand on his shoulder. The resemblance is uncanny.
“You’re twins,” I say when he stops at the doors. He glances back at me and nods. “I can’t make you any promises other than I’m going to try my best.”
“I know,” he says, looking up at the portrait. “I’ve thought about ending her misery more than once, but I can never bring myself to do it. It’s like thinking about killing a part of me.” I don’t know how to respond to that, so I simply take his hand and give it a squeeze. “I haven’t seen Ragnar smile like that in a very long time,” he pauses before opening the doors. “There will be consequences to hurting our King.”
I smile and nod, knowing exactly what he’s trying to say. Maybe Ragnar’s gamble is going to pay off after all. All I have to do now is my part in all of this. He opens the doors for me, and the two of us step inside.
The first thing I notice is the smell. It’s a sweet, rancid scent of exposed flesh. I pause as flashbacks from the attack cross my mind. The screaming and violence echo in my ears. I haven’t had an episode in a very long time, and as I try to get myself together, I think about how important this is for the King. His words about me inspiring him to keep going, silence the screaming, and I follow Mr Polucci further into the massive room.
It’s dark in here. The room looks like it might have once been pretty, but it’s obvious that someone is slowly losing their mind in here. I expect her to be in the luxury canopy bed in the center of the room, but we walk right past it to the otherside.
There’s a huge dark oak desk in the middle of the open floor behind the bed. All of the windows behind it are covered with blackout curtains, and behind the desk, a pair of violet eyes stare back at me. The rage in them is the first thing that greets
- me.
The woman is as tall as Mr Polucci; that much is obvious. Her long, straight pitch–black hair is pulled up in a messy bun on
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the top of her head. She’s wearing a black silk robe, but I can see where the burns start right under her chin. They move down her body where the robe hides them.
“Get out,” she growls. I lower my head as the others in the room to as she asks. When we’re alone, she stands, and I want to tell her that she needs to sit, but I don’t have it in me to do so. “You’re the omega everyone is talking about
“Uh,” I look around, not knowing what to do. “Sure.”
“I have the best doctors money can buy, and you think you’re the one to cure me?”
“I don’t know if I can cure you. Your third–degree burns border on fourth. It’s going to be a long time before the scarring fully repairs itself, but I can help ease your pain for now. If you let me,” I reach into my coat. I pause when she immediately raises a gun at me. I put my hands up and smile. “I’m reaching for my water. I have a water affinity.”
“You don’t seem like some omega to me,” she says. She nods, allowing me to reach for the flask. I quickly take it out and show it to her.
“My grandmother is Zaraphine Helvig,” I say. “I get that a lot.”
She lowers the gun and nods. I approach her, and I feel like my heart is breaking. I all but run to her when she begins to slowly bend toward the desk. She undoes her robe, and I’m quick to peel it off her body. I take a deep breath to try to calm myself.
“Don’t cry,” she sighs. “I fucking hate it when Aimee cries.”
I place the flask on the desk and unscrew the top. I reach into my pocket for my gloves, and slowly I remove some of the gauze to find that under it, the skin hasn’t even tried to heal. It’s as if she had been burned recently. I think back to my training and the bomb going off last week.
“Don’t kill me, but this is going to hurt,” I clear my throat.
I see her hands tighten on the edge of the desk as she braces herself. I reach for the water, pulling it to me the way Raena had taught me. I take some of the tools she already had prepared and step forward. I fight back my urge to gag and my tears, as I soak the swab in my hand to get some of the crisps of her flesh off.
She groans, and then growls when I begin to clean her skin with the water provided. There’s something I can’t place in the water. All I can think about is helping this poor woman. I think about the portrait outside and how I want her to look like that again.
When I get to her lower back, she cries out, placing her hands on top of the desk. The water cleans away the bad parts on her back; her claws dig into the table top. I spin the water over the deepest wounds, and I see it. The way her skin begins to stitch itself together. All I can do is stare at it as she slowly begins to calm herself as the pain recedes.
“I’m going towards the front,” I inform her. She nods and reaches up with one hand to wipe her tears.
I hum to myself, trying not think of the deep wounds that I had during my recovery after the attack. My eyes fill with tears as I work the red water over the burns. By the time I get to her face, I can see just how tired she is. The glow in her violet eyes fades to a pretty cerulean blue just like her brother’s.
“What are you?” she sniffles as she takes deep breaths. I fix the fur blanket on the chair and help her take a seat. “The bed.”
“Yeah, I agree, giving her a moment to catch her breath. When she’s ready, I help her up again and take her over to the bed. “On your left side.”
We go around the bed, and I help her lie down. When I pull away, she reaches out to stop me.
“Don’t go,” she whispers with tears sliding down her face. “Don’t leave us again, Mom.”
I kneel down in front of her, finally breaking. I take her hand in both of mine and kiss the top of it. I continue to hum and
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run my fingers through her hair as she slowly fades into sleep. Once she’s out, I clean up the mess I made and walk out of the room. Ragnar is waiting for me on the other side. Without hesitation, I ran over to him and wrapped my arms around him as I continue to cry.
“She’s asleep,” Mr Polucci chokes out. He rushes into the room as if he can’t believe it.
“Thank you,” Aimee says, rubbing my arm before going into the room. “Thank you, Sophie.”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
