Angel Fever (Immortal Legacy #3) - Ella Summers Page 0,15
me. I stepped through.
“General Dragonsire has been cut by an immortal blade,” I declared.
All five doctors turned to look at us.
“Everyone drop what you’re doing and heal him,” I commanded them.
The doctors didn’t have to be told twice. They sprang into action. One doctor set Damiel down on a hospital bed. A second was already attaching a Magitech healing device to his bleeding abdomen. The third grabbed a few potions. The other two stood over Damiel, their glowing hands waving over his body, trying to slow the bleeding.
Leila and I stepped back to give the doctors space to work
“We’re in New York,” Leila said quietly to me. She didn’t look at me; her eyes tracked the doctors’ movements.
“The Legion’s New York office has the best healers.”
Which actually made sense—in a twisted kind of way. Damiel’s Interrogators needed the best doctors to keep their prisoners alive. This was the darker side of medicine. The Interrogators’ doctors understood pain. And they understood how to push someone to the brink of their mortality, then revive them.
Damiel’s interrogation style was decidedly more mental than physical, but he had some pretty physical Interrogators. He’d told me that he needed all kinds of Interrogators, different tools for different jobs.
In addition to having the Legion’s best doctors, the Interrogators also had the best psychologists. An Interrogator had to be an expert of the mind. They had to understand how to manipulate it—and how to break it.
Breaking minds was more Damiel’s style. He was a scalpel, not a blunt axe. A surgeon, not a berserker. He applied mental pressure—and just the right kind of magic—to get the job done.
My thoughts were racing, caught in an endless loop of tangents. I knew my subconscious was trying to distract me from worrying about Damiel. I resisted the urge to go help the doctors. I’d done everything I could for him. Now I had to allow the doctors to use the Legion’s vast Magitech resources to save his life.
“We’re in New York,” Leila said again. “But a moment ago, we were on the other side of the continent.” She looked at the dagger now sheathed inside the holder strapped to my thigh. “Instant teleportation. I’ve never seen magic like that. I didn’t even know there was magic like that.”
In using the Diamond Tear to bring us here, I’d revealed the dagger’s secret powers to Leila, powers that most people didn’t know existed.
But I hadn’t stopped to think before using the dagger. I’d just acted. Driven by my feelings, I’d brought Damiel to his office in New York, where he had the best chance of survival.
An angel wasn’t supposed to act on impulses like that.
“The universe holds many secrets,” I told Leila.
“And so do you, Cadence Lightbringer,” she replied.
I continued to watch the doctors try to knit Damiel’s wounds together. “I know I can trust you with this secret, Leila.”
Even if my active mind hadn’t been thinking this through, my instincts clearly had. And thinking about it now, I was sure I could trust Leila.
She looked at me for a few moments, her expression guarded, then she nodded once. “You can always trust me, Cadence.”
I patted her on the shoulder. “I know I can always depend on you.”
“What do you need from me?”
“For you to go back to Storm Castle and make sure everything is fine there. Check on the castle’s magic. It will be unsettled after Starfire’s attack. We’ll need to add in some harmony meditations to soothe the Earth’s elements.”
Leila nodded again, then she walked out of the medical ward.
I moved toward the cot. Damiel was no longer bleeding out everywhere. The doctors had gotten that under control. He was conscious, but obviously in pain. He was hiding it well, ordering the doctors to bring him the latest status reports from his territory.
“It’s a good thing you brought him here when you did,” one of the doctors told me. “If you’d waited any longer, he wouldn’t have survived. The wounds from the immortal weapon were very severe.”
So it had been worth the risk of using my dagger.
“He will recover,” said another doctor. “Eventually.”
“But he needs to take it easy for a few days.”
“Angels don’t take it easy,” Damiel told them. “Now get Captain Fawke in here right away. We have work to do.”
The doctors gave me a look that said ‘you try to talk some sense into him’, then they left us alone in the room.