Chapter 42
OLLIE
Typical crappy timing.
At the moment I managed to recover my strength, Tony drove his blade into The Sun.
Man, my body temperature plunged like I’d been thrown into an ice bath. But only for a second. I got moving as Tony kissed him and fled, already aware of what I’d become.
Magic liked to tell you how it worked. When you were fixed with a bangle, the spells downloaded into your brain. This new power of mine did the same, shooting a series of details into my mind.
I caught Isaac before he hit the ground, then put him down.
He looked like he was at death’s door. Fading, the sapphire light dying in his eyes. Shivering, barely breathing. I couldn’t look at his wound, and I didn’t need to.
He’d be alright.
I got to work.
My newly acquired fangs appeared, and I dug them into his neck and drank his blood, the taste of vanilla and nutmeg on my tongue. Hot and delicious, it gushed down my throat, allowing me to borrow his power.
That’s what the magical ping in my mind told me moments ago. I wasn’t a vampire as such, but I’d been touched by enough vampiric essence to elicit a change inside me. With my bangle out of action, I had to drink the blood of a witch to cast spells now.
Strange as hell, a complete brain ache, but I’d stress about it later.
I had a Sun to save.
The cozy cuddle of Isaac’s Healing Light now waited inside me to use. Just once, or until I drank his blood again. I used it, warmth and golden light in my hands.
“Don’t be too far gone,” I begged him when nothing happened.
I wasn’t sure if Riley would be able to offer me a boost. Although the magic let me know its MO, there were still things to figure out.
But Isaac’s wound closed, the stunning blue hues flooding his eyes with a healthy glimmer. He shot upright, sucking on air, clutching at his stomach.
Healed.
“You’re alright,” I yawned, riding a rush of relief on my way to unconsciousness.