1.5 True of Blood: Kallen's Tale by Bonnie Lamer Read Free Book Online

her out of view.  I know she has something up her sleeve.  I hope it is something good.  She is whispering, and I am trying to hear what she is saying , but I cannot as I am forced to listen to these two yammer on.
    A look of surprise passes over Maurelle’s face as she shifts her body slightly .  I believe she has just realized w e are not alone.  She turns to get a better look at the spirit, and as she does, the Witch raises her arms and something explodes from the ground .  Having been aware that something was about to happen, I lunge backwards, hoping to miss any of the iron that is now rain ing down on Maurelle and Olwyn .  As it hits them, many of them puncturing their skin , large bloody welts appear all over the ir bodies.  Clothes would have been a good idea on their part . 
    Despite my best efforts, a single piece of iron finds its way inside of me.  The pain is like none I have ever felt before.  But, I still have to do something about Maurelle and Olwyn .  Taking the last couple of Fairy darts from my bag, I find a surprise at the bottom.  Tabitha put two homing talismans in here.  I just may miss her most of all . 
    The pain of the shrapnel is getting worse, causing me to fall to my knees .  So, w it h as much strength as I can muster at the moment, I f ling the Fairy darts and the homing talism a n s at Maurelle and Olwyn .  In an explosion of black smoke , both work their magic and the two Fairies are sent back to wherever they entered this realm.   Now it is time to focus on removing the iron from my side and healing myself. 
    Great, now Xandra is running over to me .  Her presence on top of the Pooka, feels like a nightmare inside of a nightmare .  Her mother yells at her to stay away, which I appreciate, but she does not listen.  Somehow, I know she is going to make the situation worse.  Maybe her soul is riddled with bad Karma from previous lives or something .
    “Kallen, are you alright?” she asks.
    “I am well enough.”   I try to keep my voice even, hoping she will believe me.  No such luck.
    She snort s, which adds yet another negative trait of hers to the list .  “Liar.”   Maybe if I ignore her, she will go away, so I do not reply to her rude comment.
    Turning back towards the spirit, she say s , “We have to help him.”
    The Witch shakes her head adamantly.  “This could be a ruse, Xandra.  They may have planned this so that we let our guard down.  We can’t do that.”   Yes, because we Fairies always choose to poison and weaken ourselves in attempts to win battles.  It has become a tried and true method over the years.  Who are these people and how do they function with this level of stupidity ?
    T he girl does not give up.  She gives her mother a sour look and says, “So, we’re just supposed to leave him out here to suffer?  I don’t think he’s faking his injuries , and he did make the other Fairies disappear.”  She is making me sound as if I am an injured puppy she has found by the road.  Looking back at me , she ask s , “Where did you send them, anyway?”
    Apparently, ignoring her is not working.  Maybe if I answer her questions, she will then be satisfied and go away.  At this point, I am willing to try anything to make that happen , because I need to find something to heal this wound .  O r I die.   “They have been sent back to the passage to the Fae land.  If the passage was open, they would have been thrust through it.  The best I could do was having them start from the beginning.  Their injuries will stall their return.”  The pain is seething through my veins now.
    I have had my hand tight against my side, covering my wound, but now I can feel the thick, sticky blood flowing through my fingers.  If I do not try to find medicinal herbs and plants soon, the poison will spread to my primary organs and I will die.
    Unfortunately, Xandra notices the blood.  She amps up her argument, and pleading, as she and her mother go