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lapels of her robe, still staring at the carpet, scented with the sweet smell of lilies.
“I did that.”
Tristan went to her and placed his hands upon her shoulders, giving a gentle squeeze. He drank in her scent, spices and fresh lilies and everything his heart wanted.
“As I told you, you have our powers. The potion you drank contains droplets of my blood, and the blood of the Brehon. Our blood contains our powers.”
He waved a hand and the room was restored to rights, as if his battle with Gideon had never happened. Tristan went to the sideboard and took the little knife sitting by a bowl of fruit. He cut his finger. Silver blood welled up. He went to the vase still filled with lilies, dripped one droplet upon a tight bud and it burst into full bloom.
Her gaze widened.
“And that is what is inside me?”
“For now. It is what saved your life from the parvolupus disease.” The cut flesh healed and he set down the knife.
“But it cannot last. The energy I conjured, the flowers…they are gone.”
“Yes.” His chest went tight as the realization dawned in her eyes.
“And when the power inside me dies? What then?”
Emotion clogging his throat, he managed to find his voice. “Then you die as well.”
Chapter 5
What irony. Tristan had saved her, but it could not last. How long did she have to live?
Utterly drained and shaken, Nikita climbed between the covers of the freshly made bed. She, the wolf who had hidden away, now possessed a great and terrible power.
Nikita stretched out her fingers and stared at them. A power she did not want, nor understand, that would ultimately destroy her.
What other surprises did Tristan have in store?
“You failed to tell me about this,” she said, fighting a sense of unreality.
“I was going to.”
“ Verbal ability is a highly overrated thing in a guy, and it’s our pathetic need for it that gets us into so much trouble .” She sighed. “ Sleepless in Seattle . Becky was right. But then again, she never met anyone like you.”
Tristan materialized on the bed. “I am sorry for fighting, and for alarming you.”
Niki stared at her hands, which began to shake. “Why am I so exhausted?”
“The power you expelled. The first time you use it, it drains you. The same happened to all of us after we ascended to the council of the Brehon. For us, we replenish our energy differently. For you, sleep is required.”
His sensual mouth turned down. “Rest now, and when you awaken, I will explain it all.”
Instinct told her that he would not move until she stirred. For once, she felt glad of his presence.
Niki closed her eyes, willing herself to dream. Instinct also told her the past could be recreated in dreams and she needed to know what they had shared, needed to know before she faded into dust.
Knowledge is power , she’d often told Nia, her twin sister.
She began to dream….
She saw a woman lying upon an enormous canopied bed, velvet hangings adorning the posts. Her face was in shadow, but the woman writhed in pain, her hands over her belly. Another young woman wiped a wet cloth over the patient’s sweating forehead. She was shapely, but plain. Camilla. She knew this somehow, that Camilla had become a good friend to her before the woman’s mate had died. Camilla insisted on caring for her when the pregnant woman grew too large and ungainly to move about.
But all Camilla’s ministrations were useless. The woman on the bed was dying. The poison she had drunk, innocently thinking the cup held a magick potion to help her baby grow strong in the womb, was seeping into her bloodstream. Her senses dulled by grief over losing her mate, the pregnant woman had failed to use caution. She had no male to protect her, no family to watch over her welfare. She was in tremendous pain and gasped for breath.
She was all alone. Niki’s heart ached with pity for the dying woman.
Attendants stood nearby, looking helpless and grief-stricken. Niki watched as a tall,
“I did that.”
Tristan went to her and placed his hands upon her shoulders, giving a gentle squeeze. He drank in her scent, spices and fresh lilies and everything his heart wanted.
“As I told you, you have our powers. The potion you drank contains droplets of my blood, and the blood of the Brehon. Our blood contains our powers.”
He waved a hand and the room was restored to rights, as if his battle with Gideon had never happened. Tristan went to the sideboard and took the little knife sitting by a bowl of fruit. He cut his finger. Silver blood welled up. He went to the vase still filled with lilies, dripped one droplet upon a tight bud and it burst into full bloom.
Her gaze widened.
“And that is what is inside me?”
“For now. It is what saved your life from the parvolupus disease.” The cut flesh healed and he set down the knife.
“But it cannot last. The energy I conjured, the flowers…they are gone.”
“Yes.” His chest went tight as the realization dawned in her eyes.
“And when the power inside me dies? What then?”
Emotion clogging his throat, he managed to find his voice. “Then you die as well.”
Chapter 5
What irony. Tristan had saved her, but it could not last. How long did she have to live?
Utterly drained and shaken, Nikita climbed between the covers of the freshly made bed. She, the wolf who had hidden away, now possessed a great and terrible power.
Nikita stretched out her fingers and stared at them. A power she did not want, nor understand, that would ultimately destroy her.
What other surprises did Tristan have in store?
“You failed to tell me about this,” she said, fighting a sense of unreality.
“I was going to.”
“ Verbal ability is a highly overrated thing in a guy, and it’s our pathetic need for it that gets us into so much trouble .” She sighed. “ Sleepless in Seattle . Becky was right. But then again, she never met anyone like you.”
Tristan materialized on the bed. “I am sorry for fighting, and for alarming you.”
Niki stared at her hands, which began to shake. “Why am I so exhausted?”
“The power you expelled. The first time you use it, it drains you. The same happened to all of us after we ascended to the council of the Brehon. For us, we replenish our energy differently. For you, sleep is required.”
His sensual mouth turned down. “Rest now, and when you awaken, I will explain it all.”
Instinct told her that he would not move until she stirred. For once, she felt glad of his presence.
Niki closed her eyes, willing herself to dream. Instinct also told her the past could be recreated in dreams and she needed to know what they had shared, needed to know before she faded into dust.
Knowledge is power , she’d often told Nia, her twin sister.
She began to dream….
She saw a woman lying upon an enormous canopied bed, velvet hangings adorning the posts. Her face was in shadow, but the woman writhed in pain, her hands over her belly. Another young woman wiped a wet cloth over the patient’s sweating forehead. She was shapely, but plain. Camilla. She knew this somehow, that Camilla had become a good friend to her before the woman’s mate had died. Camilla insisted on caring for her when the pregnant woman grew too large and ungainly to move about.
But all Camilla’s ministrations were useless. The woman on the bed was dying. The poison she had drunk, innocently thinking the cup held a magick potion to help her baby grow strong in the womb, was seeping into her bloodstream. Her senses dulled by grief over losing her mate, the pregnant woman had failed to use caution. She had no male to protect her, no family to watch over her welfare. She was in tremendous pain and gasped for breath.
She was all alone. Niki’s heart ached with pity for the dying woman.
Attendants stood nearby, looking helpless and grief-stricken. Niki watched as a tall,
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