Tressa's Treasures (The King's Jewel Book 1) by Belinda M Gordon

Author:Belinda M Gordon [Gordon, Belinda M]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Shaggy Dog Productions, LLC
Published: 2015-10-02T00:00:00+00:00

Alexander planned to pick Sophia up at his father's house after work, so I didn't expect to see him until the next morning. A pounding noise woke me from a deep sleep. It took a confused moment to understand that someone was knocking on my door.

Uncertain what to expect, I tossed off my nightgown, pulled on a pair of yoga pants and grabbed a t-shirt, pulling it over my head as I made my way downstairs.

At the door, Alexander held up a beaten and bloody Matt. He dragged Matt over the threshold and towards the living room.

"No, not there. Put him on the dining room table."

Alexander changed direction and set him gingerly on the table. I helped lift his legs as Alexander slowly lowered his head. Though we did our best, Matt groaned in pain.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. He called and asked me to get him from the alley behind Saint Francis Church. I didn't get much more from him, except that he refused to go to the hospital. I thought maybe you could help him."

Bruising and swelling disfigured Matt's face. I removed his glasses, their frame bent and a lens cracked, to get a better look at him.

His nose was clearly broken, and perhaps his jaw as well. He bled from several cuts and scrapes. Every inch of his face looked painful, and I winced in sympathy.

I continued my assessment, going down his body. He had at least one, but more likely three, broken ribs. Thankfully, his steady breathing made me think he hadn't punctured a lung. His hands, swollen and bloody, probably had some broken bones as well.

I looked up and saw that Alexander watched me intently, evidently waiting for me to say something.

"He's badly hurt. Whoever did this was serious. He should go to the hospital."

"Can you help him?" he asked, worried.

"Aye, but you know the consequences if I do. His eyes will be opened to every fae he meets. Many fae won't be happy with that. It doesn't seem like much to you now, but he may regret it later."

The words were a waste; in my heart I knew I couldn't say no. My friend needed my help.

I asked Alexander to boil a pot of water while I went to the pantry, which also served as an apothecary, and grabbed supplies.

"How can I help?" Alexander asked.

"Why don't you clean the cuts on his face while I deal with his hands?"

We worked silently, concentrating on our tasks. Through touch and temperature, I located two small fractures in his right hand. The superficial cuts clotted nearly as soon as they were clean. I dabbed them with aloe, infusing it with a bit of my essence as I worked. The skin knit together into thin pink lines.

I didn't know how much energy the rest of his ministrations would take, so I left the cuts to heal the rest of the way on their own. Then I splinted his hand.

Matt remained stoic as we worked, although an occasional gasp or groan slipped out.

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