A Shade of Vampire 79 A Game of Death - Bella Forrest Page 0,77

spreads rapidly among the Aeternae. All it takes is being in the same room with the carrier, and you might be infected. It’s airborne.”

Acheron and Danika looked at each other for a moment, then back at us. We weren’t giving them good news.

“How is it spreading so quickly?” Corbin asked.

“Spores,” Amal replied, and Petra nodded in agreement.

“The virus replicates quickly. Amal’s microscopes are incredible. I’ve seen things I haven’t been able to see before. I’ve seen the black cells multiply. Every other hour or so, each cell releases a flurry of molecule-sized spores. Like a sneeze.”

“Which then travel through the bloodstream and pass through the lung membranes,” Amal added. “They’re exhaled. Unnoticeable. Untraceable beyond that point until someone gets infected.”

“And that is as far as we’ve gotten today,” Petra muttered, crossing her arms.

Kalon gave her a soft and encouraging smile, squeezing her shoulder. “You’ve made it this far, you mean to say. Up until a few days ago, you didn’t even know the Black Fever moved through spores. I mean, spores! That alone is a groundbreaking piece of information, don’t you think?”

“Masks would help, then,” Valaine said. She looked at Amal. “Right? If it’s airborne. Palace staff should all wear masks. And palace dwellers, too.”

Murmurs of agreement rippled around the dinner table. It seemed like a common-sense solution—it wouldn’t stop the Black Fever, but it could very well slow it down until Amal and Amane got closer to a cure.

“When is your sister coming over?” I asked, looking at Amal.

“Tomorrow morning,” she said. “I’m actually looking forward to it. Our heads together will yield more progress, for sure. Her chemistry knowledge is slightly sharper than mine, I admit. I’m more on the medical side of things.”

“So, you’re a doctor,” Thayen replied.

“Sort of. Yes.” Amal chuckled. “My specialties are medicine, biology, and engineering. My sister, Amane, is an expert in chemistry, physics, and mathematics, among other things.”

“And together they’re unstoppable,” Derek declared.

“What progress are you making with the Darklings?” Corbin asked Valaine, clearly not that interested in the Faulty sisters. Valaine shot me a brief stare, then focused on her father again.

“They’re definitely out to kill me, though we don’t know why.”

“Have you taken any of them alive?” Acheron asked.

Danika seemed tense, stiffly sitting in her tall chair with both hands gripping the gilded armrests. “I’m sure we would’ve heard something, if they had,” she said. “You captured Rimians, though… right? What are they called?”

“Red Threads,” Valaine replied. “Rebels. Revolutionaries. They claim no involvement with the Darklings.”

She wasn’t telling them everything—just like we’d agreed. There wasn’t much that Valaine and I could give them, since it all rested with Kalon and Esme now, and they were keeping their cards close to their chests, for the time being.

“And you believe them?” Danika asked.

Valaine shook her head. “No, Your Grace. We plan to begin interrogations in a couple of days. All the Red Threads we captured were severely injured. They’re under medical care as we speak. As soon as they start to wake up, we’ll begin taking their statements.”

“It’s ludicrous,” Acheron muttered, visibly disgusted. “We brought Rimia to a whole new level. Gave them businesses and jobs and plenty of funds… and this is how they reward us.”

“Darling, perhaps it’s time to invite the Rimian ambassador over,” Danika suggested. “I’m sure he doesn’t condone such behavior. We shouldn’t punish the many for the deeds of the few.”

I was inclined to agree, but it wasn’t my place to speak. The Aeternae didn’t want us butting into their business, so we didn’t. However, if our business were to inevitably intertwine with theirs, then the entire conversation would change. Until then, I kept my head down and focused on our investigations.

Esme leaned closer. “We’ll have to take it easy,” she whispered. “We need hard proof regarding Nethissis; otherwise, they won’t listen.”

“Agreed,” I replied.

Danika noticed us talking. Her eyes became smaller, her lips pursing slowly. We had her attention, and I did not like it. “Any progress regarding your friend?” she asked. It was the one question we didn’t want to answer.

Esme took the lead. “Nothing concrete so far.” Derek cleared his throat but said nothing. He and Sofia had agreed to stay out of this.

“I doubt you’ll get much,” Corbin grumbled without even looking at us, his elbows resting on the table. “It was just a horrible accident.”

Esme clearly wanted to say more, but she held her tongue. Kalon, on the other hand, seemed to be in the mood to piss the master commander off. “Don’t