A Court of Blood & Bone by Candace Osmond

Author:Candace Osmond
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: vampire, fantasy romance, fae, vampire romance, shifters, wolf shifter, fae romance
Publisher: Guardian Publishing

Chapter Thirteen

A familiar smell roused me from some of the deepest sleep I’d ever had. My senses noted a crackling fire, some stew brewing, and herbs drying in another room. All mixed with a lovely earthy tinge. Something tugged at my hand, and my eyes peeled open.

Oliver sat next to the bed I lay in, wrapping my hand. His eyes darted to my face, and he grunted approvingly. “You’re awake.”

“Unfortunately,” I groaned and attempted to shift in place. But my body felt like a deflated balloon.

He gave a slight chortle and leaned back on the rickety wooden stool he sat on. “Thank the stars you’re even alive, girl. You looked like a corpse when they dragged your body here last night. I couldn’t even tap a vein to start a blood infusion until a few hours ago.”

My head was heavy as a stone as I checked my other arm and noted the needle taped to the inside of my elbow. Panic flooded my body, and I wanted to bolt from the bed and rip the thing out of my arm. Oliver took my hand and covered it with one of his, patting it slowly, comfortingly.

“Hush now, you’re safe,” he said calmly. “It’s putting blood in, not out.”

“How did you know–” I glanced around the tiny bedroom. “Where’s Max?”

“She’s being held in another room,” he replied.

“Held? What do you mean?”

“Aya and Brie made sure she didn’t leave until you woke up and could verify her story. They’re watching over her.”

“She saved me,” I rushed out. “Max saved me. She’s not the enemy–can I speak with her? Can you bring her in here?”

His large troll lips mulled together. “Very well.”

Oliver stood and ducked through the doorway. I lay there and stared at the ceiling, willing my poor heart to calm down. Oliver returned after a minute with a disgruntled Max in tow. Her hands were bound with a simple rope. Did they seriously think that would hold her? She was a werewolf, for crying out loud. If Max wanted to escape, she could have. Easily. The fact that she was still here, allowing herself to be tied up, spoke volumes. To me, anyway.

“Are you okay?” I asked her.

She seemed puzzled at the question but shrugged. “Better than you.”

“Thank you,” I said. ”For saving me and for helping me free those Fae.” I looked at Oliver. “I think you can remove the ropes.”

But before he could, Max pried her wrists apart with ease, and the rope ripped in half, falling to the floor. Oliver grumbled something under his breath and walked away as Max entered the room, her back pressed against the wall.

“When can I leave?” she asked me.

“You’re not a prisoner,” I told her, and she gave me a look. “Max, we both know you could have left at any time. Why did you stay?”

She stared at the floor in thought. “I don’t know.”

Even after running around underground, saving those fairies, and spending the night at Oliver’s cabin, every inch of her was immaculate.

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