Dark Witch Resurrection (The Children Of The Gods Paranormal Romance Book 85) by I. T. Lucas

Author:I. T. Lucas [Lucas, I. T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Evening Star Press, LLC.
Published: 2024-07-13T00:00:00+00:00

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THE PRINCE

The senior medic had left the back of the bed elevated, and as he lay back against the pillows with his eyes closed, his mind reeled with what he had learned in the brief moments of his waking.

He felt overwhelmed, his thoughts still fragmented and scattered and refusing to coalesce into a logical tapestry that could help him orient himself in this strange world he had found himself in.

Was it strange, though?

How would he know what was strange and what was not when he had no reference, anchor, or name?

He wanted to fall asleep again and let the blessed oblivion of unconsciousness take him away from the confusion and fear, but the female sitting beside his bed, the one with the golden eyes and the gentle touch, seemed determined to keep him awake and anchor him to the waking world with the sound of her voice and the warmth of her hand in his.

What had she been saying to him?

He had lost the thread at some point. "I am sorry, but my mind wandered off. Can you repeat what you have just said?"

She smiled. "Of course. I am sorry for talking nonstop and keeping you awake. Do you want me to let you sleep?"

He did not wish to offend her and lose the only person who seemed to care about him in this world. "No, please continue." He managed to turn his head so he could look into her bright, golden eyes. "I do not know your name."

When she said something that the translating device couldn't interpret, she tried again, and when it still refused to cooperate, she shook her head. "I'm going to turn it off for a moment." She pressed on the device.

"Jaaz-min." She patted her chest. "Jaaz-min."

When he slowly repeated the two syllables, she smiled and activated the translation device. "It's the name of a white, sweet-smelling flower. Some say that it grows in the gardens of the gods. Do you have anything like that in your world?"

Something tickled his memory. "Dull-or. It's a white flower with a pleasant smell." He was so happy to remember anything at all.

"Wonderful," Jasmine said. "I will program the teardrop to translate Jasmine to Dull-or and the other way around. Can you remember any other flowers from your world?"

"Shorga. It is a purple flower." He felt stupidly happy for remembering such an unimportant detail.

They spent the next few minutes trying to jog his memory about other things, but he became tired, and his mind became sluggish.

"I am sorry," he said in a near whisper because he did not have the energy to speak up. "I am tired."

"You are also thirsty. Your lips are dry." She reached for the cup of water beside the bed and brought the tubular thing to his lips. "I don't know how much you should drink, so take only a little."

He still remembered the medic's instructions, sucking in a little bit of liquid to wet his mouth.

When Jasmine took the tube away, he sighed. "I wish I could remember my name so I could give it to you.

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