Pain Seeker (The New Orleans Shade Book 1) by D.N. Hoxa

Author:D.N. Hoxa [Hoxa, D.N.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: D.N. Hoxa
Published: 2021-04-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

It happened again.

The pain was so sudden, so intense, it woke me in the middle of my sleep. My eyes were closed, but I didn’t need them to see. My magic had already spread through to every corner of the room, and it had found the source long before it demanded I wake up.

It was coming from the prince’s bed. From the prince’s body.

My eyes squeezed shut, and I wrapped my arms around my head. I didn’t want to feel it. I didn’t want to want that pain. I had already healed him earlier today. Now, I just wanted to sleep.

The sun had yet to rise. The floor I slept on was warm, the pillow soft, the blanket over me softer. It hadn’t been there when I’d fallen asleep. The prince hadn’t been in his bed, either. Had he covered me when he came into his room?

Anger, confusion, need, made me dizzy. I kicked the white blanket away with my feet until it no longer touched me, as if it were to blame for all my troubles. I tried to sleep again, just forget about the outside world and surrender to unconsciousness, but my magic wouldn’t have it. It thrashed in my chest like an ocean wave, shaking me to my core. It would not be ignored. It wanted the pain, and until it got it, it wouldn’t rest.

I raised my head, the need to let out a scream so great, I almost did it. The prince was in his bed, sleeping, but the pain that plagued his body was wide awake. It was the same kind as it had been the second night I’d healed him. His magic had spread out in the air around him, like it wanted to attack him, like he was punishing himself for something. It was nothing physical. Its roots were deep inside his soul. How could it be that my magic hadn’t healed him that first time?

There were times when my magic couldn’t heal. When the damage was too great, when the body already gave up on itself, even I couldn’t bring it back. But that happened when the damage was physical, and the prince’s wasn’t.

Becoming more curious than angry by the second, I stood up and went closer to the bed. He slept on his back, like always, his own blanket in a bundle by his feet. He wore nothing but black shorts, and his smooth skin was covered in a layer of sweat that had nothing to do with the temperature in the room. It was cold—so cold my teeth chattered and my fingers shook now that I was away from the warmth the Shade had given me.

His magic overwhelmed my senses. Why was it trying to attack him? I had never seen anything like it. Magic belonged to its host. They were one, not separate. They protected; they didn’t hurt.

But the prince’s magic still tried, like a rabid dog trying to bite off his own tail. I moved a little closer and reached out my shaking hands toward his chest.

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