Scars of Silver by S.A. Archer Read Free Book Online

recalculating his plan of attack. The young Sidhe, a fighter
despite his wounds and blood loss, viciously bit into the arm
choking him. As the vampire tore the young Sidhe from his arm and
tossed him to the ground a cannonball sized rock burst across the
room. It caved in the vampire’s face, killing him instantly.
    Donovan crouched next to the young Sidhe, blood still
seeping from the wounds made by his attackers. “Hey. You still with
me?” The shock-glaze in the earthborn’s half closed eyes was all
the answer he received.
    A short time later Donovan emerged from the nest with
the young Sidhe leaning heavily against him. One of Donovan’s arms
around the boy kept him on his feet. Once clear of the cave he
lifted his free hand. As he brought it down the goblins’ lair caved
in with a rumble that shook the mountain and crushed anything still
inside. In the next moment, the two Sidhe disappeared from sight,
leaving the place seemingly untouched by anything but the fury of
nature.

Chapter Thirteen
     
     
    Glittering shards of light, like sunlight on rippling
water, shone through Malcolm’s closed eyelids. His eyes slit open
just a little. Too exhausted to do anything else.
    He floated in warmth. Heard it lapping. Water. He
smelled soap, fragrant and crisp.
    A woman knelt over him, beside the bathtub. She held
his hand, but not to comfort him. Not exactly. Just holding it
while she scrubbed a soapy washcloth up and down his arm with
efficient strokes. Just washing him. Not getting perverted with
him.
    The light shimmered like prisms, fracturing sunlight
into a jillion diamonds. Pretty, but kinda too bright. Even
squinting, Malcolm couldn’t make out much of her appearance past
the light.
    The dark man that fought the vampires towered behind
the sparkling girl. Where she twinkled and stuff, something else
surrounded him. Like a cloud. Or smoke. Only not. More like dust
floating in a shaft of sunlight. Real slow, but moving constantly.
Not a whole-whole bunch, but it was there. Weird. Neat, but weird.
Malcolm tried to say that, but nothing came out except an exhale.
So very tired… So weak…
    Whatever he did, it got their attention. The woman
leaned closer. The light glittered even more, like she’d upped the
wattage. “Rest. They nearly killed you.”
    Maybe…
    Maybe they had killed him.
    Malcolm struggled to speak. His throat closed over
the horror as the blood taste still lingered in his mouth. Vampire
blood. His fingers weakly wiped at his lips. A guttural, whimpering
moan the only sound he uttered. If he could vomit he would, to rid
himself of the blood he knew he swallowed. Might already be too
late.
    “Fey cannot become vampires,” the dark man said,
deciphering Malcolm’s distress.
    Malcolm slumped with relief, the panic uncoiling from
his chest and dissipating.
    The woman smiled with amusement, then she brushed her
palm across his forehead. “Back to sleep with you. Healing first.
Questions later.”
    Malcolm’s eyes closed again. His lids were just so
heavy. And the water so… floaty. He was drifting… drifting
away…
    “Do you think they will come for him again?” Her
voice was so far away.
    Though distant, Malcolm still heard the reply
clearly. “Not just him. They are coming for us all.”
     
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