Dark Secrets - Linsey Hall Page 0,31
was different about this. “Then why isn’t he healing?”
“That, I do not know.”
Something was different about Grey. That had to be it. Why else would his healing ability suddenly just stop?
A sense of foreboding threatened to drag me down.
“Can you heal it in your normal fashion?” Grey asked.
“Yes, yes. Though I’m afraid I can’t restore your vampire healing ability.”
Grey nodded. “See to the wounds. I’ll sort that out.”
Anxiously, I watched the healer feed his power into Grey’s body. The gashes knitted themselves back together in front of my eyes, though Grey’s skin was still pale.
“That’s the best I can do.” The healer stood and turned to me. “And you, my dear? Do you need treatment?”
“No.” Grey had got between me and any hits I might have taken, so I was fine.
“Then I’ll be on my way.” He turned and went to the door, disappearing silently into the night. I had to assume he had an arrangement to bill Miranda.
Grey turned to me, rising. “Are you all right?”
I nodded, my gaze meeting his. “I’m fine. Just worried about you.”
“Don’t be.”
“I can’t help it.” I cared about him. As much as we both knew it was a bad idea, I couldn’t help the feelings that were threatening to overwhelm me.
Somehow, over the last week, I was coming close to falling for him.
He opened his mouth, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. Then he closed it, swallowing the words. When he spoke, his words had nothing to do with us. “We need to gather this collection of ingredients.”
I nodded. “Of course. I’d like to check in with Eve as well. See how Mac is doing.”
“I’m going to call Miranda to us and give her the list.”
“Tell her to consult with Eve.”
My friend sold certain magical ingredients. The least I could do was try to push a little business her way. She’d already done the same for me.
He nodded.
I moved to the side of the room, closer to the window so that I could have some privacy for my call. I dialed Eve, waiting impatiently as the phone rang.
Finally, she picked up.
“How are they doing?” I asked.
“Stable, but only because of the potion I’ve brewed. It won’t last forever, though.” She sounded worried. “Have you found out the nature of their curse?”
“The Curse Diviner said they weren’t cursed at all.”
“What? Impossible.”
“Not according to her.”
“Then what’s wrong with them?”
“She didn't know. She thinks it may be related to the curse on the city wall, so if we break that, it may help them.”
“But how? That doesn’t make any sense.”
“I’ve no idea, but it’s the only lead I have.”
“Damn it.” Eve’s voice trailed off. “I don’t know how to fix them. Or how much longer they’ve got.”
“Let’s follow the advice of the Curse Diviner,” I said. “And I can have Grey send you a healer for Mac and Seraphia.”
“That might help, thanks.”
I nodded, spotting Miranda’s reflection in the window. She’d arrived to take the list of ingredients from Grey. “And Eve? Miranda may be stopping by to get some things to help us break the curse on the wall. We can attempt to cast the spell tomorrow near midnight.”
“All right. I’ll be on the lookout.”
We hung up, and I turned to Grey and Miranda. “Can you send the healer to Eve’s place? Maybe he can help Mac and Seraphia.”
Grey nodded. “Of course.” He turned to Miranda. “See that it is done.”
She nodded and raised the list. “I’ll let you know how I get on with these. Dinner should be here any moment.”
“Thank you.” Grey held the door for her, and she disappeared silently from the room. He looked at me. “You’re worried for your friends.”
“Of course.”
“We’ll find a way to fix them, I swear it.”
We couldn’t even find a way to fix us, but I didn’t say it.
A knock sounded a moment later. When Grey answered it, a man stood in the door with a pizza in hand.
Grey accepted the box from the man and shut the door.
“Pizza?” I asked.
“Doesn’t everyone like pizza?”
“Even immortal vampires, it seems.” My stomach growled.
“Let’s eat.” He took the food to the table near the window, then went through a doorway that I’d never used. “Would you like a beer?”
“Yes, please.” I opened the pizza box and inhaled the aroma. Delicious.
Grey walked back to the table with two frosty beer bottles in his hands. He was the best-looking thing I’d ever seen.
I took mine gratefully and sat, then grabbed a slice of pizza. Grey joined me and clinked his beer bottle