anger and horror plagued his brother’s face.
Kamen stared at
Asar. “You said it yourself, I am losing my control. Siya, the baby, Kit.” He
shook his head. “I would not survive if I harmed them.”
“ Isis , I
knew you were struggling, but I never once doubted your resolve. You have had
bouts in the past and powered through those. You can do it again.”
His brother’s optimism
only worsened the ache in Kamen’s chest. “Not this time.”
“You are not
thinking clearly right now. You need to rest.”
When Kamen did not
answer, Asar continued, “Give it a few more days. Kit is needed at the temple
for more initiations. We need to plus up our numbers and Lilly is tied up with
the Council. Can you hang in that long?”
No . Despite the truth, Kamen nodded. He would use the
last of his reserves to serve his brother honorably. “You will seal the chamber
then?”
“I am hoping that
will not be necessary.”
“I want your word
you will seal the chamber,” Kamen hissed through gritted teeth. His vision
burned red, his fury unfurled. Only then would Kit be safe.
Asar regarded him
with sympathy. His brother spoke after a long silence, “You have my word.”
* * *
Kit groaned as she sat up in bed. The room pitched
and so did her stomach. She swallowed back the bile collecting in her throat.
Her head pounded with each beat of her heart.
“Here, this might help,” Lilly said, walking over
to the bed with a glass of water in her hands.
“Thanks.” Kit grabbed the goblet. The cool water
soothed her parched throat. “I feel like I was run over by one of those
Minotaur soldiers.”
“You should after two bottles of tavern wine. God,
Kit. Not even dark warriors drink that much, and they’re three times your size.”
A few figments of the evening began to play out in
her head. Lime. Salt. Shots. Warriors and one angry Underworld god. “How did I
manage to get back here?”
“Kamen brought you home,” Lilly said and sat down
on the bed. “Let me purge the toxins from your system, otherwise you’ll be
useless the rest of the day.”
Kit flopped back onto the pillows, her stomach
rolling just from the slight movement. Miserable didn’t quite describe the way
she was feeling. Nor did she want to spend the rest of the day throwing up in
the bathroom. “Do your magic, sister.”
Lilly laid her hands on Kit’s abdomen. The point
of contact heated to a slow burn. Kit’s body flushed hot, which worsened her
nausea for a brief second before relief cascaded through her. The throb in her
head dissipated and the acid in her stomach neutralized. She expelled a sigh
and opened her eyes.
Her sister’s concerned stare swept over her. “How
much weight have you lost?”
Kit pulled down her shirt to cover her ribcage. “Only
a couple of pounds. We have been so busy, I’ve had barely time to eat.” Wanting
to escape Lilly’s scrutiny she hopped out of bed. “I wish you had this talent
when I was in college. Would have saved many a hangover.”
“You haven’t been sleeping either.”
“Did Kamen tell you that?” Kit growled, knowing he
knew more of her habits than any.
“No, your serotonin levels are less than nothing.
You’re anemic and protein deficient.”
Okay, maybe her sister’s healing powers were more
intrusive than she thought. “You gave me a full diagnostic in less than two
minutes?” Kit walked to the bathroom, intent on brushing the horrible taste out
of her mouth.
“I don’t have to use my power to tell me something
is wrong. You look horrible.”
“Thanks, sis. Just what I want to hear in the
morning.” Kit shoved her toothbrush into her mouth.
“You are having nightmares again, aren’t you?”
Kit froze. She met her sister’s stare reflected in
the mirror. Spitting out her toothpaste, she stalled for an answer. “I don’t
know what you are talking about.”
Lilly frowned. “I remember what it was like the
years before Dad fell ill. Before the curse. Hearing you
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