all those details slipped my mind,” I drawled.
She tried to look mad, but burst into laughter instead. And in that moment, all the
tension, the awkwardness, the weird-after effects of declaring your undying love to
someone who never really loved you back to begin with disappeared and we really were
just…. friends again.
Liv shifted in her sleep, a pained moan escaping her full mouth on a quick breath.
She arched her back like a cat, trying to get comfortable. I looked down at her and
noticed the scowl she had, even in the oblivion of sleep. I lifted a hand and rubbed
at the juncture where her eyebrows had drawn together. My hand slid down to cup her
jaw, and I watched her expression visibly relax as she settled back into peaceful
slumber.
“You guys seem close,” Eden noted, taking a few steps toward us. She hesitated at
the foot of Ophelia’s bed and gave her a look of pure frustration.
Where Eden’s healing blue smoke had once been the saving grace and miracle cure to
hundreds of Immortals afflicted with the King’s Curse, it was powerless against the
experiments Terletov was running.
She hadn’t been able to save a single Immortal thus far, and even Ophelia seemed untouched
by powers that had once healed me faster than anything I’d experienced before.
“Liv and I?” I asked on a laugh, then I shrugged when I realized she was serious.
“Not really. I don’t’ know. She doesn’t have anyone else. And she’s desperate to save
her sister.”
“She trusts you,” Eden’s black gaze found mine and her face was perfectly serious.
“Hardly,” I grunted. “Maybe she trusts me more than she trusts anyone else here, but
that’s not exactly a compliment. She hates me as much as she likes me.” Olivia was
a firecracker, something wild and untamed. Yes, she was unhinged with grief for her
sister, but her explosive personality came from a much deeper place than her current
tragic circumstances.
While Eden was occasionally feisty, Liv was always a fighter. She was stronger in personality and character than any woman I’d ever known and she
was determined that things go her way- including the health of her little sister.
There was this unexplainable need raging inside me to figure out why she fought so
hard, demanded so much. I was almost desperate to unpack the complex puzzle that was
Olivia Taylor.
I had never spent time around humans before, not in relational settings- other than
Ileana and the Gypsies. But even they had a measure of Magic and enchantment to them.
Plain, simple humans had never held my attention for very long, or given me a reason
to notice them.
Until Olivia.
She demanded my attention, my focus. She walked into a room and lit it up with either
her charismatic light or her biting fire. She was a destructive force of nature, an
unrelenting, claiming question that demanded answers and fought mercilessly when they
weren’t given to her; she was a fierce warrioress that would burn this world to the
ground if things didn’t go her way.
And whether or not she admitted it, she’d set her hopes on me and my ability to save
her family. I felt inadequate and useless. Never before had insecurity plagued me
more than this moment. Not when Eden- the only girl I’d ever loved- chose another
man, not when she chose me even while I was unworthy, not when she left me any of
the times she left me. Those moments, even while horrible, were healable. I survived.
I looked down at the petite girl in my arms, sleeping in tranquil silence, and wondered
if I would be as lucky with her. She was infinitely more dangerous. She could be utter
annihilation- she could be the end of me.
So why wasn’t I running in the other direction? Or at least walking that way?
Eden’s gasp pulled me out of whatever crazy direction my thoughts were headed in.
“What is that?” she demanded.
Her fingers floated to her belly again and a look of