Good advice, no doubt. I gave a slight nod of acknowledgment. Stefania was still bitter and almost as unhappy as Ren. Then again, I got the impression that this was their normal state. The pleasant, happy Ren of my first encounter had apparently just been a really good acting job. At least the argument was over.
Now if Ivy would just settle down.
“He will cleanse the house and says that the two of you who were directly involved should be blessed. If this is done soon, there should be no lingering effects.”
He spoke again, his words rapid and intense. Queen Lopaka translated for him, “We were most lucky. Had the process gone farther—” She gave an elegant shudder and repeated, “We were lucky.”
The doctor looked up. “We need to get this woman blessed and to bed as soon as possible. She overstrained her magic badly. She shouldn’t be left alone for the next few days. Someone needs to be with her at all times. After that, she’ll need to take it very easy and not use her powers for the next few months. But ultimately, barring complications, she should be fine. Physically.”
I felt the knot in my stomach start to unwind a little. Pili would be fine. Helping me hadn’t killed her, hadn’t even done permanent damage. Thank God for Adriana being nosy. If she hadn’t been snooping, things would’ve been so very much worse.
I shivered, thinking again of the demon. He’d marked me, somehow. I needed that blessing, needed it badly. Because until I got it, any time there was a weakness in my vicinity he could exploit it to come after me. I’m not a true believer. I don’t have a clean enough conscience to withstand the demonic on my own. I shivered hard, feeling as though I might never get warm again.
Baker spoke softly to one of the other guards. She lifted her mother by her armpits and her companion took Pili’s feet. They carried her down the hall to the back of the house, where I assumed there must be a bedroom.
“You were the other party to the vision?” I glanced up. The doctor was standing above me. I hadn’t noticed him coming. Not a good sign. I was cold. So cold. Shock. I was going into shock. Maybe my vampire healing would take care of it. I tried to remember when I’d eaten last. Lunch . . . I’d had lunch. But I had no idea how long I’d been at Pili’s.
“Yes.”
He bent down, shining his little penlight in my eyes. I pulled back, letting out an involuntary hiss that, unfortunately, gave him a really close-up view of my elongated canines.
“Ah, so you’re the abomination.”
If he was trying to make me feel better, it wasn’t working. Something about being called that just pisses me off. Still that little rush of anger and adrenaline seemed to warm me up a little, make me a bit clearer headed.
“I was hoping I’d get the chance to meet you while you were on the island, but I would’ve preferred other circumstances.” He pulled out a tongue depressor. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue so that he could take a good look. “You’re practically a medical miracle.” He smiled. It was a nice enough smile that I almost forgave him the abomination comment. Almost. “I’m Dr. Ryan.”
He was good-looking in that clean-cut, middle-aged way. His dark hair was cut short, his features even, pleasant but not really remarkable. He wasn’t wearing a lab coat, just khakis and a melon-colored polo. I could easily picture him out on the golf course, playing a round with Dr. Scott. Maybe they shopped at the same stores.
Dr. Ryan frowned, “You’re having trouble focusing, aren’t you.” It wasn’t really a question, but I nodded. “You’re a little shocky. You need to get some rest.”
“What time is it?” I interrupted him before he could finish his lecture.
He frowned but checked the practical diver’s watch adorning his wrist and told me.
I panicked a little. I’d lost quite a bit of time. “Shit. I need to eat. Now. I’m overdue.” Fortunately, I wasn’t feeling like munching on anybody. Maybe it was the shock. Whatever the reason, I really couldn’t count on it lasting.
Queen Lopaka was standing a few feet away. When she heard the tension in my voice, her eyes unfocused for a second. “My chef will have everything ready and waiting for you at the guesthouse.”
“Thank you.”
“You are welcome.”
Stefania crossed the room, stopping a bare inch from Queen Lopaka, very deliberately invading her space. She was practically quivering with rage and just looking for a fight.
“If my daughter’s
The room waited breathlessly as Stefania opened her mouth to say something. She apparently decided against it. Clamping her jaw shut with an almost audible snap, she stormed over to where her daughter stood. She slid an arm around Ren’s waist and I noticed the withered hand again.
I was slow, probably from the shock. I knew that the damaged hand was important, but it took me a moment to recognize the implications. Maybe it was the way she flipped her head, making that shining braid glimmer in the light. For just a moment our eyes met and a spark of something clawed through my chest. The memory of those eyes chilled me to the bone.
It was her. Stefania was the one who’d cursed me . . . cursed Ivy. But
“Yes?” The word was almost a hiss. I couldn’t know whether she was listening to my thoughts or realized I knew and expected me to confront her or was just being a bitch. It could be any of them. But Lopaka was right. Now was not the time for a confrontation. Stefania was a queen. They’d never believe me if I made the accusation and certainly not without evidence.
So I lied. “I just wanted to thank Ren and Adriana. They saved us all.”
Stefania’s eyes narrowed. She didn’t believe me. But whatever she might have said in response was cut off by Queen Lopaka’s agreement. “Yes, Eirene, Adriana, thank you. You did well.”
Ren gave Queen Lopaka a stiff, unhappy bow to acknowledge the praise. With one last look at me, Ren and her mother vanished.
I hadn’t accused them. Without motive and proof, I couldn’t. But I could find the motive, get proof. Could and would. Because Stefania’s curse had quite probably killed my baby sister. Stefania was going to pay for that. One way or another, she was going to pay.
19
Rage is almost never a good thing. Rage makes it hard to think, hard to plan. Now that I’m less than human, it brings the hunger to the surface, makes my powers manifest in ways that are obvious and terrifying. Still I could not help but feel a fine, burning rage at Stefania. She’d cursed