68. Chapter 68
Chapter 68
C heering, we make our way to the Main Hall with the bones safely stored in a wooden box. Now we only have the third item to get and we’ll finally be able to forge the sword. The merry mood doesn’t last long, though.
Because just before we step through the archway, I spot Cain sway in place then drop to the ground.
Fear flooding me, I rush over, throwing myself on my knees next to him.
Raven lowers herself into a crouch opposite me, placing a hand on his forehead. With my breath held, I fix my eyes on her.
“He has a fever,” she concludes. Then she looks up at me with worry twisting her face. “That’s not good.”
I grit my teeth. “Alright, I don’t care what he wants or doesn’t want, I’m healing him.”
She looks away for a second. “He’s past the limits of your current power.”
The fear grows to enormous proportions. “What’re you telling me?” I mutter.
She rushes to reassure me. “Don’t worry, there’s still something we can do.”
“What?” I demand.
“I was going to tell you later this week, when I’ll have the test results, but your blood seems to be a natural antidote to the shadowcurse.”
I frown. “What? Well, then we’ll give it to him.”
“There could be side-effects.”
“What kind?”
“I don’t know… Your blood should save him from the virus, that’s for sure. But given that you’re mates, it might affect his brain chemistry, and we simply can’t know how until we dose him.”
Gritting my teeth, I think for a second. “Alright, but I still want to do it.”
I stand up, finding everyone staring at either me or Cain with concern on their faces. Ever since he saved me, they’ve been generally softer to him. “Is that alright with the rest of you?”
They all give me nods.
Within a matter of minutes, Dryden and Nuala set up a bed for him close to the dinner table. We lay him down and I crouch next to his unconscious body, slicing my wrist and bringing it to his lips.
My heart sinks when I don’t see him respond in any way.
Then his nostrils flare, his eyes fling open, and the next thing I know, he’s grabbing my hand and thirstily sucking on my wound.
I breathe an enormous sigh of relief. I bring my hand up to stroke his hair. That’s right, drink up and everything will be alright.