Legacy of Blood - By J. L. McCoy Page 0,89

thing you aren’t human anymore,” Archer whispered as he kissed my forehead. “Those powers saved your life, baby. The sooner you accept and embrace all the wonders of our race the better.”

I nodded and grabbed on to Archer’s hand, taking it away from my hair, and kissed the palm of it. “What happened to Amun? What did Ruarc do with him?”

Archer sighed and for a minute, I didn’t think he was going to tell me. “They flew to their US headquarters in Massachusetts and put his chain-wrapped body in a specially made, silver-lined coffin. After he was secure, they flew him to Ireland and placed him in a secure location. Upon your death, which I pray is never, they will administer the final death if he happens to live through it.”

“Amun got out once. What are they doing to make sure he doesn’t again?”

“Baby, you have to trust they know what they’re doing. No one knew when Cináed entombed Amun the first time. Now that An Dilis are aware of his existence and know full well what he is capable of, Amun will never see the light of day again.”

“I hope so,” I whispered as I closed my eyes, suddenly exhausted.

Archer was quiet for a long time and I had begun to drift off to sleep. “I think there is something you should know,” he whispered.

“Hm?” I mumbled tiredly.

“During the battle with Amun, someone had Lorcán take you away for your safety. Lorcán informed us you were in the parking lot with him, almost to the van, when you suddenly just vanished from his arms,” Archer explained, caution in his voice.

I slowly peeled my eyes open and glanced over at Archer. “I remember seeing a bright white light one second and then the next, feeling myself hit the ground. What happened?”

Archer’s eyebrows rose fractionally and he took a deep breath before slowly blowing it out. “You teleported.”

“I what?” I asked, confused; my eyes now fully alert.

Archer nodded his head and then he shook it in astonishment. “You actually teleported from Lorcán’s arms at the bottom of the mountain, to a mere ten feet away from Amun who was at the top. One second you were with Lorcán, the next with Amun. It completely shocked the hell out of everyone. No one, in the entire history of our race, has ever been gifted with Teleportation as their Divine Power.”

I drew in a quick breath of air. “Teleportation? That’s… crazy. You mean I actually have a Divine Power?”

“It would seem so,” Archer nodded slowly. “Ruarc figures your ability to absorb one’s Divine Power, and your rapid healing, are merely a byproduct of whatever Amun is. That being said, the only other thing left as an explanation is that you were given a divine gift. As far as we know, Amun can’t teleport so we’ve ruled out his influence. It looks like God has indeed gifted you with something truly remarkable. You are the first of your kind, Skye… in many ways.”

I sighed deeply and closed my eyes again; the conversation completely draining me. “I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing yet, Archer.”

“It will always be a good thing, Skye. You are a good person and you have to start believing it.”

“I’ll try and start later, baby,” I mumbled and yawned. “I’m sleepy.”

Archer chuckled softly and his soft kiss was the last thing I felt.

Chapter Twenty-Six

“Rise and shine, Valentine,” Trey sang softly and I slowly pulled my eyes open to see him standing by Archer’s bed holding a massive red first aid kit. “It’s time to change your bandages.”

I nodded my head sleepily and allowed Trey to do what he needed to do. I watched as he gently pulled the tape off the skin on my abdomen and lifted the bulky gauze. I cringed when I saw the deep wound. It was a red, angry mess. The wound was about five inches wide, the width of the hilt of the Sword of Saint Patrick, and it was open about three inches deep. “Holy shit, Trey.”

“This is nothing, sugar,” Trey smiled kindly as he lightly began cleaning it. “You should have seen it five days ago.”

“Ugh,” I cringed again as I turned my head away from the sight. “No thanks. This is bad enough.”

The wound on my chest was a bit worse, but not by much. As Trey was putting the finishing touches on the bandages, Jameson popped his head in.

“Can I come in?” he asked softly, his eyes