Dark Isle: Book 2 (Celtic Legacy Series) by Shannon Mayer

Author:Shannon Mayer
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Mythology & Folk Tales, Paranormal, Coming of Age, Fantasy, Fairy tales, Adventure, Mythology, Literature & Fiction
Publisher: HiJinks Ink Publishing
Published: 2012-07-08T00:00:00+00:00

9

“No.”

Denial was all I had. Another shot of pain ran the length of my body, forcing my muscles tighter and tighter. Agony now held me in its sway. Flash after flash of searing, invisible daggers ripped through me, but I welcomed it. It was far better than the wrenching of my heart.

I let out a groan, my eyelids sticky as I opened them.

Trees swayed above me, the leaves heavy with moisture that I could see even at this distance. A few birds sung in the branches and the ground below me was soft, but none of it was a comfort. Not now, not after what I’d seen.

Bile rose up once more. The taste of rotting flesh and thick dark mud from the deepest swamps filled my mouth. Turning my head to the side, I puked up black sludge till I was dry heaving. Hands held my head and wiped my face.

Shaking, unable to do anything but blink and adjust my head, I tried to mumble a question.

Luke came into view, his face haggard, his eyes ringed with purple as if he’d lost a boxing match. “You’re through the worst of it, believe it or not.” He stroked my forehead with a damp cloth then dribbled something into my mouth. The sweet taste of lavender and honey erased the last of the sludge. Fairy Honey coursed through my veins and I gave Luke a smile. He put his finger to my lips. “No, just listen, don’t talk.”

“Aednat has been guarding us, and she helped draw out the worst of the poison from the bite in your shoulder. There has been no contact from Nuadha, though I suppose that’s a good thing.” He frowned, the crease between his brows deeper than I would have thought possible.

“Ashling,” I whispered, surprising myself with the hoarse quality of my voice.

“Nothing new. But I’m sure she’s fine; Balor wants to make her happy.”

I wanted to sit up. The urgency filling me had nothing to do with the Banshees. The voices had said that there was an evil coming, an old evil. They must have meant Chaos. But was it going to use Balor? Or would Balor try to use it?

Struggling, I forced myself into a sitting position, and, though Luke grumbled about me doing more damage, he helped me.

“Where’s Aednat?” I whispered, resigning myself to the fact that at least for now, my voice was not up to snuff.

“She’ll be back in a bit.” As he spoke, his hands never left me. When they weren’t tucking a strand of wayward hair back behind one of my ears they were rubbing my good shoulder or just touching one of my hands. I’d judged him harshly, thought he was arrogant and unkind, when maybe he’d been just as freaked out about the prophecy as I was.

The pain in my shoulder was easing, thanks to the Fairy Honey. But it didn’t ease the heavy ache in my heart.

We sat there, not talking while we waited for Aednat to come back.

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