After Derek left, there was silence in the dining hall for a few minutes, with every one left to their own thoughts. Then Peter decided to break the silence.
“Thank you, Kane, for that. I believe he needed it.”
Kane shrugged his shoulders, not finding it necessary to bask under the praise. “It is nothing. As you said, he needed that. It was late, but better late than never.”
He looked at Lucille then, when he felt a proud glow overshadowing him.
“Are you happy and proud of me, cara mia?”
He passed this message through their mindpath, a smile slithering across his lip, when Lucille blessed him with a smile before turning toward a Freya who was quite amused with what was going on.
Freya was more amused that she would call her sister, aunt.
“I doubt she will like that.” Aiden enthused, finding it funny too.
“I know she won’t, but I can’t help but want to tease her.” Freya replied, through their private path.
Aiden shook his head, noticing that Kane’s neck just had a patch of red. Was the old ancient blushing? Aiden thought he would never see the day.
Dobah found the whole thing hilarious.
Yodah sat adrift, watching these all, whilst wondering why he was the only one without a mate he could communicate intimately with.
Of course he was still young in the ancient age to be worrying about a life mate, at forty four, but it wouldn’t be bad if he was to find one now… He thought, his eyes drifting of their own accord to little Eva.
…except he had already found her, but she was too young.
He couldn’t believe that he had stepped into the shoes of the infamous healer who had found his mate when she had yet been in her mother’s womb. The man had waited a painful eighteen years, before claiming her.
Yodah shook his head, keeping his face blank especially when he caught his mother’s eyes. If he didn’t know better, he would think his mother could read her thoughts. But she couldn’t. She was just perceptive. And that was just as deadly.
There was a knock on the door, stopping the whole mutering and thoughts.
“Come in.” Peter said, turning a bit to the door, when Brandon stepped into the room.
Brandon was Leo’s assistant, and had gone with him to Curtis’ party at one time.
“Brandon, is there a problem?” He asked, noticing that Scott, a friend to Claire, and the son of Mike, one of the elders, was right behind him.
This wasn’t a good thing. He could sense that already.
“It’s about Fayot. He is convulsing.” Brandon answered sharply.
Quickly, Freya jumped out of her seat, and ran first, the others followed her lead, out of the room, heading toward the wing that housed Fayot.
As Freya ran, she checked the time on her wrist watch; it was past three hours thirty minutes ago. They had been so caught up in their discussions that she hadn’t been aware of it at the time.
Oh god. She muttered, already releasing a rejuvenating magic before her.
She stopped in her tracks right in front of the door when she saw, since the door had been left open, that the dude had stopped convulsing.
He laid slackened on the bed, his eyes open, and saliva dripping from his mouth. He looked dead.
“Oh my… He is dead.”
Freya wasn’t thinking straight to know who had spoken. She was still in a daze.
She walked slowly to the bed, and fell by the side, aware that tears were now slipping out from her eyes. She had just killed a man. She had been nonchalant, and now he was dead.
“Freya, please confirm if he is dead. This could be a pre-death scenario. There could be some life in him, even for a minute.” That was Sheila, her mother.
And my god, she was right! Freya screamed mentally, jerking back from the floor. Remaining on her knees, she started chanting over the body.
Lucille stepped away from the others and joined her sister. Sheila too. The three stayed by the body, and began to create chants, trying to resuscitate the body.
The ancients joined them, when the atmosphere remained dry, adding their own magic to the mix.
Curtis hoped for a miracle.
Anthony shifted on his feet, not bearing to be the bringer of bad news to his friend, Lent. This news will devastate him. Fayot was his only family remaining. There was no other. Not even relatives. They all had been killed in battle.
He rather closed his eye, and muttered a prayer, wishing that he had reasonable magic enough to join them. He still didn’t know the extent of what he could do. He had only used it on the alferic beast, an emergency that had strung him up.
He felt nothing now, and he couldn’t help but wonder if this situation was not emergent enough.
He soughed, seeing Lucille sag under the weight of magic. The girl was still new to this. Like her sisters, she was damn beautiful.
He cocked his head, cussing at the thought that had stroked him at that moment. Where was his own mate? He was twenty one now.
Oh goddess. This was not the right time to be thinking of mates.
When Sheila stopped chanting with the ancients, Anthony had given up hoppe, but it seemed that Freya was yet to be done.
He watched as Sheila laid her hand upon her shoulder to let her know that Fayot was gone, but the mage shook off her mother’s hand, and in rage-he was aware-hit her hand mightily on Fayot’s chest.
“surgere ti loken!” She screamed as she repeated the act on Fayot’s chest.
A third time, and then a fourth time. Yet there was no answer.
Aiden, troubled, seeing his lifemate this way, bent to lift her up, but she shrugged him away.
“Let me be. He must not die in my hands. I must not kill an innocent man!!”
Aiden and her mother tried to reassure her that it wasn’t her fault, but Freya wasn’t listening.
She asked rather that the ancients, her mother, and Lucille, to leave her side.
“I will do this alone.”