The Flaming Sword by Heather L. L. FitzGerald

Author:Heather L. L. FitzGerald [FitzGerald, Heather L. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mountain Brook Ink
Published: 2016-11-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Many things happened at once. Gage flew into a rage at the preposterous idea of a one-armed soldier. Lava and Wogsnop dismissed themselves so they could speak to the council about the information I shared. Doc Keswick decided that Gage needed immediate surgery, as he could already see the grey flesh spreading.

He also declared me properly patched up and ordered me to bed. As I walked out the door, Doc sank a hypodermic needle into the neck of the frantic warrior while his commander-in-chief held him down.

The history lesson left me unsettled. The thought of a bunch of Gargoyles invading the Land of the Ancients—the portion of the Tethered World inhabited by the Nephilim—sounded like a Zombie apocalypse. Something worth preventing at all costs.

Back in my room, I eased onto the bed then realized I still wore the ridiculous toga outfit. Before I could scrounge some clothes from the wardrobe, Trinny bustled into the room.

“Princess Sadie.” She curtsied then clasped her hands together. “Thank the Maker you’re safe! We were worried sick. As you know, we’ve had enough sickness around here already. Now, how can I make you more comfortable?”

“Getting out of this crazy outfit for starters.” I made a distasteful face. “Bad as I need a bath, I can barely keep my eyes open, so I’ll worry about that tomorrow.”

“Of course.” Trinny rummaged through the folded tunics.

“Where’s Aunt Jules? She’ll be coming to bed soon, won’t she?”

The Dwarf stiffened, then continued to look at the clothes, obviously ignoring me.

Uh-oh. “Well, won’t she?”

She draped a mustard-colored pair of drawstring pants over her arm with a maroon tunic on top. Her movements were slow and deliberate.

A foreboding fist landed in my gut. I should be getting used to this feeling.

Trinny turned a somber gaze on me. Her silence blared a deafening alarm. Once she spoke, I knew I wouldn’t like what she had to say. She extended the clothes to me. I laid them on the bed.

She licked her lips. “Aunt Jules is in Mr. McGriffin’s room.”

“O-kay. Not surprising.”

“Your uncle is doing much better. Lady Jules has barely left his side, and he’s responded to her presence quite favorably.”

“But?” Get to the point!

“But your dear aunt has come down with the virus. She’s ill. Terribly ill.” The Dwarf kept her gaze on the floor.

“What?” My recent bout with the nasty virus sat fresh upon my list of things I wanted to annihilate. “Where? Take me to her.” I pulled off the toga and worked my way into the tunic and pants, abandoning modesty.

“She’s not to have any visitors.” Trinny busied herself taking away the dirty dress. “She’s in your uncle’s room, since he’s immune. But only Joanie and the Doc may go in or out, as they’ve been inoculated.”

“But I’ve had the virus!” This suddenly became a good thing. “I’m immune too.”

Her eyes grew round. She nodded. “Okay. Yes! I still need to check with Doc Keswick. He’s given strict orders, and I dare say I’d get my head surgically removed if I make such a call myself.

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