Sucker Punch (First Fangs Club #3) - Kristen Painter Page 0,41
an analysis of what was left behind to give me further insight into what chemicals the fae used. When nothing happened, I tried the holy water.”
She swallowed as nonchalantly as possible. “I don’t know what all this means.” Except she was pretty sure she did.
He peered over the rims of his glasses with an almost palpable excitement. “Governor, I need to run some more tests, but I believe you may be able to daywalk.”
She wavered for a moment. “You’re my doctor, which means there’s a confidentiality agreement, right?”
“I’d never breathe a word of this. And not just because of that, but because I understand how dangerous revealing such information could be for you. Of course, it’s just a theory right now, but with some further testing…”
She nodded slowly. “That won’t be required. I already know that I can daywalk.”
His mouth came open. “You do?”
“I found out by accident.”
“Do you have any idea why?”
She hesitated. “Complete confidentiality?”
“To my grave.”
She pulled the crucifix from underneath her T-shirt. “This is why.”
“I don’t know how you’re even wearing that. Is there something special about it?”
“My sister, the nun, got me this crucifix during her trip to the Vatican. It was blessed by the pope himself. My sister said she had it blessed to protect me from vampires. I was wearing it when I was bitten and turned. When I wear it, I’m UV immune.”
His eyes narrowed. “Your sister had it blessed to protect you from vampires? That’s not an ordinary request.”
“She’s not an ordinary sister.”
“Well, as interesting as that all is, I feel confident in telling you that wearing it has nothing to do with your immunity.”
“How do you figure that?”
“The blood in that dish was not protected by the crucifix when I tried to turn it to ash. I don’t believe that actually wearing the crucifix makes any difference. Seems more likely the important part was that you were wearing it when you were turned.”
“So you think I could go out without it? Because I couldn’t right after I was turned. I tried.”
“You might be able to now.” He smiled. “I’d want to do more testing first, obviously. I don’t think the raid is any time for you to go without.”
She nodded. “Neither do I. But that’s really interesting. Maybe we can do that testing after the raid.”
Compassion filled his eyes. “About that. Please be careful on the raid, Governor. I like you very much. I don’t want to see anything bad happen to you. You’re kind and compassionate and tough. You’re exactly the person who needs to be in this job. For a long time.”
“Thank you. I’ll do my best not to get hurt.”
“Good. I’m not leaving until you get back, just in case I’m needed. Although I hope that’s not the case.” A timer started beeping. He reached over and shut it off.
“I appreciate that. I’ll let you get back to work.” She returned to the office to see Charlie. Donna could almost hear time slipping away as the hour to leave for Central Park drew closer. “Hey, we need to fit a sheath for the sword, right?”
“We do.” Charlie got up from her desk. The armory doors were still open. “I got it out already. It’s actually called a scabbard.” She picked it up with the sword already inside. “This is it. There’s a buckle on the strap, so all we need to do is figure out where it’s comfortable on you and then adjust it. You want to be able to draw it easily.”
Donna took her cardigan off. “It’ll go over the coat, I assume.”
“Yes. You should put that on first.”
“Be right back.” Donna went to her bedroom, grabbed her new leather coat, and slipped it on as she returned to the office. She was still amazed at how well it fit and the magic that had made that possible. “All set.”
“Okay, put this over your left shoulder like a crossbody bag. You’re right-handed, so you want to be able to draw the sword easily with that hand, and that puts the sword’s hilt just above your left shoulder.”
Donna put the strap over her arm and head and adjusted it across her body so the sword lay flat on her back. “Like this?”
“Yes. Now let’s tighten it.” Charlie cinched up the buckle. “How’s that?”
“Feels snug.”
“Draw the sword, and let’s make sure the scabbard stays in place.”
Donna took a few steps back, then reached back and pulled the blade out. “That worked pretty well, but I’m a little worried about