Empress Unveiled by Jenna Morland

Author:Jenna Morland [Morland, Jenna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Oftomes Publishing
Published: 2018-09-02T16:00:00+00:00

On the drive back to town, snow began to fall heavy and thick, making our vision limited and the road slick. The wet snowflakes clung to the remaining leaves on the sagging tree branches.

Tyler stayed behind with Penelope to “clean up” while Daylan and the twins drove me to the café. The drive was slow and quiet. Each time I closed my eyes, I would have a flash back of someone being sliced with a sword and blood dripping slowly as if from a faulty water tap.

Drip, drip, drip.

The final breaths. Those lifeless eyes. That blue color signaling the beginnings of decay.

I felt nauseous, the nape of my neck grew dewy from sweat. I eyed my jean jacket covered in Slayer blood—I wanted to burn it. I wanted to forget all I had just witnessed.

The necklace lay still on my slowly beating chest, cold against my warm skin. I couldn’t shake the feeling that it had been trying to tell me something before those Slayers arrived. I wanted to ask Daylan, or even Penelope, but I couldn’t.

“So, this is the café,” Ezra said, looking around curiously after I let them inside.

Daylan eyed the lights hanging from the exposed wooden beams on the ceiling. Fay held gauze to her wound while she and Ezra stood in front of the chalkboard reading the messages of love and hope left by strangers over the years.

“It’s under renovations right now because of the fire, but we open again in a few days. In the meantime, you guys can stay here. There are a few couches you can sleep on,” I said, pointing out the furniture, my voice still shaky. “You guys do sleep, right?”

Ezra chuckled. “We aren’t demons.”

“Yes, we sleep,” Daylan said empathetically. “Thank you, for letting us stay.”

“You’re welcome,” I smiled sheepishly. “I guess if you hear anyone like Linda or Tosh, make sure you don’t let them see you. Fay, can I check your wound again?” I asked, pulling a chair out for her.

Fay took off her tattered shirt. I didn’t have any first aid training, but I spent enough time in hospitals with wounds of my own to know that she needed stitches. Besides jeans, she wore only a lace bralette over her small chest. She had a warrior’s body with muscles strong and defined in all the right places, but she was still soft and feminine. A beautiful contradiction.

She sat down and dabbed indifferently at the gash in her stomach. “This is new for me,” she said.

“You’ve never been wounded in battle before?” I asked sitting down across from her.

“In Empress, faeries heal themselves,” she explained.

I nodded, wondering if I would ever get used to the strange happenings of this new world, and went to work cleaning her wound with alcohol. She barely flinched. Her hand only slightly tightened around the chair when the needle sliced through her pale skin. I think I was more nervous than she was. I would look at her after each stitch to see if she was okay, but her face didn’t reveal any weakness.

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