was her you heard.”
“Is she alright?”
My sisters all look at each other for a moment until Atarah says, “She’s fine. But there is a problem.” I raise a brow for her to continue as she exhales. “The issue is why did she scream the moment you killed the Viking woman?”
“So I did some research,” Isolde breaks in, opening a small book she’s holding. “A witch can link herself to people.”
“Link herself to…” I let my words trail off. “That makes no sense. Why would she tie herself with a Viking? And for what?”
“The veil is crumbling more and more,” Isolde replies. “The men that came with Edda, they aren’t as sick as the ones we brought back with Dagen. They are coughing, but they lasted overnight. The older men of Dagen’s crew died within hours the last time.”
The veil is failing because I have my voice back, though it’s hard to use vocal cords that I haven’t used in a long time.
“You’re right,” I allege. “Because I can speak freely again.” My sisters gape at me, some covering their mouths while the others gasp and chuckle at the thing that was taken away from me for years.
“It’s so beautiful,” Rohana beams, eyes brimming with tears.
“And surprisingly still annoying,” Atarah remarks on a broken chuckle as I roll my eyes.
“As much as we love to hear your voice again,” Brylee states. “It just further proves our point. Taysa put the veil up, she screamed the moment Edda died, and there is still not a fix to it. She has a solution for everything, but the one thing that protects us is diminishing day by day. Hence why the Viking is here, how Tobias can come freely back and forth and neither one of them gets ill, that’s another dilemma.”
“You think she is linked to them?” I ask, feeling the friction in my throat from speaking out loud.
Isolde tucks her chin into her chest. “We don’t know yet, but it’s plausible.” I shake my head, feeling Dagen suddenly stir next to me.
“Davina,” Kali coos. “We have to think of all the possibilities. Every single one of them.”
“But you’d say all of this in front of him?” I mutter, jerking my head to the man who’s still holding me against his body.
“We’re still not scared of the burly man,” Nesrine quips. “Regardless, he’s still exactly what he was before, ours.”
“Where is Taysa now?” I ask.
Isolde adjusts her glasses. “Sleeping in her room.”
“We’ll discuss this more later,” Atarah states. She clasps my foot and wiggles it around before Rohana rounds my side of the bed and gives me a hug.
“Welcome back, Sister,” she whispers in my ear then kisses my temple.
Together they leave, softly closing the door behind them when a pair of hands wrap around my middle and pulls me back to lay next to him.
“Deep information,” he grumbles through his sleep, his eyes still closed.
“You heard everything,” I accuse.
“Most of it,” he retorts.
“Then why did you pretend to still be asleep?”
He tugs my body closer to his. “I’d rather not deal with your older sisters.” He cracks an eye open to look at me and smirks, closing it seconds later. “How are you feeling?”
“Confused.”
“About?”
“You.”
“I’m not a witch, Blood,” he counters. “If I was, I would’ve already used some powers to escape this island.”
“But you didn’t get the cuff back.”
His blue eyes open and zero in on me. “I don’t want the cuff.” He reaches out and clasps his hand around my neck, pulling me closer to his face. “I want you though.”
His lips are on mine the moment the words leave his mouth, slowly and memorizing. His tongue languidly enters my mouth, a soft groan mingling in between our breaths.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he utters between kisses. “And I can’t think of a better way to die.”
“No one is dying,” I breathe.
He breaks from me and throws his legs over the edge of the bed. “Speaking of dying, you need water.”
“I don’t need any—”
“Where can I get you some food?” he asks, going to a pitcher that sits on a small dresser against the wall. “You need to eat something.”
“I’m not hungry,” I reply, now sitting on the brink of my bed.
“Need to eat.”
“Dagen,” I counter as he walks toward me with a small glass of water. “I’m good.” I take a sip of the warm liquid to appease him and hand it back.
He places the glass on my bedside table.“Does swimming in the lagoon help you regain