Chapter 32 #2
“I don’t know. We’ve never been able to identify the alloy,” Wyatt admits. “Trust me, I’ve tried. Our kind doesn’t fight with swords anymore, but one of our ancestors supposedly did. That’s what our mother told me, but the whole true story was lost over the generations. It might not even be true.”
“Okay, how do I activate it?” I ask, glancing at Wyatt.
“Activate it?” Wyatt asks. “What do you mean?”
“It’s a sword, you just hit shit with it. Preferably vampires,” Jaxton is looking at me like I must have something out of whack in my brain.
“No, that’s not what I meant,” I reply, staring into the amber gem. “In my vision… this sword? It was on fire.”
All of my mates are silent for a moment. They exchange glances.
“On fire?” Hayden questions.
“The blade, yes. I was holding the sword, but the blade was on fire,” I say, turning the sword, studying it. “But I don’t know how to activate it.”
“That sword has been in my possession since Chicago burned and we had to go into hiding,” Wyatt says. “I’ve never seen as much as a spark, and I’ve studied it a lot.”
Wyatt hands me the scabbard and I sheath the sword. If there’s a way to activate it, I’ll have to figure it out later. For now, we need to make preparations for a battle with vampires.
Hayden opens the door and we walk inside. Daisy is sitting at the kitchen table, remnants of her breakfast in front of her. She looks up, a concerned and slightly angry look on her face. One that makes her green eyes flicker.
“And where have you been?” she asks, glaring at me. “You said you were going to talk to Jaxton and then didn’t come home last night.”
“A lot happened, Daisy,” I sigh, putting the sword down on the counter.
“Clearly, because now you have a fucking sword. That looks kind of cool, though. Can I see it?” she asks.
“It’s our mate’s weapon,” Hayden growls. “Not a toy. Let’s go to the living room so we can talk.”
Daisy seems comfortable with my mates in their true Human Form. I was a little shocked when I walked in on the poker game and saw them like that, but nothing seems to be bothering her since she woke up.
Hayden and the others walk to the living room. I follow them, and gesture for Daisy to come too. She hops up and skips behind me until she catches up.
“Something is different about you. What is it?” Daisy asks. “I can already tell what’s different about them. Remy, Storm, and Wyatt are huge now. Guessing the big guy is Jaxton?”
“Yes,” I confirm. “We completed the mating ritual. They’re all Alphas now.”
“Right after they took you out on an incredible date, right? That’s why you didn’t come home?” she asks.
“There wasn’t time for a date,” I look down and pretend to pick off lint from my shirt so I can avoid eye contact with my persistent and protective best friend.
“You got robbed. There’s always time to be wined and dined before you put out,” Daisy laughs.
Daisy and I walk into the living room. She’s cleaned up some. The money is in neat piles on the bar, the glasses are clean, and the furniture has been straightened up.
“Do I really get to keep the money?” Daisy asks, plopping down on the couch and looking at Storm. “I mean, I hope so, but it’s still over a million dollars since I won a little before you called my bluff.”
“Yes,” Storm growls. “It wasn’t a loan; it was a gift. Although I didn’t expect you to be as good at poker as you are.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Daisy giggles. “Wow, okay. I’m rich now! Suck it, Mac. I’m never bartending again!”
“You should let me help you invest that,” I offer, raising a brow. “So, you don’t spend it all and end up right back at the bar.”
“I think I can manage,” Daisy grins.
“Alright, enough chatter,” Hayden calls. “We know where the lair is. We know there’s an old vampire inside. It’s just a matter of when we strike.”
“Were you able to tell from your vision?” Storm asks. “Is it today? Tomorrow? Was it day or night?”
“Um,” I say, closing my eyes, trying to recall the details. “It was night. I don’t know if it’s supposed to be tonight or a month from now. Just that you were all Alphas, I had a sword, and there were a lot of dead vampires.”
“The longer we wait, the more risk there is,” Remy says. “I think we should go tonight. If something feels off, or things aren’t happening the way they did in your vision, we’ll pull back.”
“Nothing is going to stop me,” Jaxton declares.
“So, what was I doing in this vision? Standing around? Cheering you on? Or do I get a sword, too?” Daisy questions.
“You didn’t have a sword, but I don’t think you need one,” I say, turning to my friend. “There was one thing, but you may not like it. You had blood running from your mouth, like… like a vampire.”
“What!?” Daisy’s eyes snap wide. “I’m not a vampire! You said I didn’t get turned! Trust me, I’ve eaten a ton since then and I haven’t craved blood once!”
“I’m just telling you what I saw,” I say. “Maybe you bit one of them because they were about to kill me or something.”
“Well, I’d definitely do that,” Daisy mutters, shaking her head. “But drinking their blood? Gross.”
We keep talking until the plan is in place. Tonight, we’re going to kill the vampires.
Every last one of them.