And the fact they said nothing only added to the fear growing in his belly.
He looked up and found Val and Cole watching him again, silently waiting for him to continue the story. “We had no sooner entered the woods than Jayna’s horse began to dance around. Before I could reach Jayna to help, the Harpy flew over us causing her horse to rear and her to fall off.”
“I suppose that’s how she sprained her ankle?” Cole asked.
Gabriel nodded. “Then...,” he stopped, unable to talk about the mist and the voice that had called his name so eerily.
Thankfully, Roderick intervened, “Hugh and I heard Jayna scream, and we raced to find them.”
“The Harpy attacked you then?” Val asked.
Gabriel squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. Even now he could still recall the stench of evil as it had surrounded him and spoke of his past.
The hands on his back ceased, and he felt more than saw Hugh straighten.
“Nay, Val. Roderick and I came upon Gabriel and the Great Evil. The evil had him. It could’ve killed him, and I felt sure that he would try.”
Val cursed in Latin as he raked a hand through his hair.
Cole on the other hand stood still as a statue with his arms crossed over his chest. “Why didn’t he kill Gabriel? If he had him, what would’ve stopped him?”
“I don’t know,” Roderick said as he rose with a sigh. “Maybe it was because the son of a bitch doesn’t have a form!”
“Enough,” Hugh bellowed. “Gabriel was right. The evil is trying to divide us.”
“Its frustration that’s dividing us,” Roderick said as he stormed out of the chamber.
Gabriel could barely lift his hand to his face he was so tired. His head ached, it hurt to breath, and it was near excruciating to move his arms.
“Gabriel?”
He heard Cole’s voice as if from a great distance. Slowly he opened his eyes to find him sitting in the spot Roderick had vacated.
“What is it?”
“Tired,” was all Gabriel could muster. He had never felt so exhausted, so devoid of any type of momentum.
“It’s the loss of blood,” he heard Hugh mumbled from behind.
But I’m immortal . Gabriel wanted to shout it, but the most energy he could manage was to think it. He had seen Cole sustain greater injuries than this and be healed by morning with the help of his herbs.
With great effort, he raised his head. “My bag. I need my bag.”
Instantly, Val and Cole opened the bag before him. The many small clear jars and herbs blurred before his eyes. But he didn’t need his eyesight. He knew where each herb was located by heart.
He lifted his hand and pointed to the fourth jar on the left. “Two, nay three drops mixed with a cup of water.”
Val raced off to do as ordered, and Gabriel moved his hand to the right. The third pocket on the second row. “Take two leaves and crush them until there is only a fine powder. Mix with water to form a paste and spread on the wound.”
By the time he finished, he could barely breathe. Each breath was like a knife through his lungs. Coldness crept over him like a veil of death. He looked down at his hands and rubbed his fingers together.
“I can’t feel my fingers.”
“Val!” Hugh bellowed from behind him. “Mina you must hurry.”
“I’m doing all that I can,” she whispered.
But Gabriel knew. Something was wrong, dreadfully wrong.
Suddenly, a cup was thrust into his hands. “Drink,” Val said, his voice breathless and worried.
Gabriel lifted the cup with much difficulty and ignored the pull of his back. He drained the water and then handed the cup back to Val. “Hugh,” he said.
“We’re working on it, Gabriel.”
“Hugh.” He waited until his leader walked around to stand in front of him. “Something is wrong. I don’t know what. Aimery. Call for him.”
A forced smile pulled at Hugh’s lips. “We won’t need Aimery, my friend.”
But Gabriel knew they would. There was a reason Hugh wasn’t calling for Aimery, but Gabriel couldn’t get his
He looked up and found Val and Cole watching him again, silently waiting for him to continue the story. “We had no sooner entered the woods than Jayna’s horse began to dance around. Before I could reach Jayna to help, the Harpy flew over us causing her horse to rear and her to fall off.”
“I suppose that’s how she sprained her ankle?” Cole asked.
Gabriel nodded. “Then...,” he stopped, unable to talk about the mist and the voice that had called his name so eerily.
Thankfully, Roderick intervened, “Hugh and I heard Jayna scream, and we raced to find them.”
“The Harpy attacked you then?” Val asked.
Gabriel squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. Even now he could still recall the stench of evil as it had surrounded him and spoke of his past.
The hands on his back ceased, and he felt more than saw Hugh straighten.
“Nay, Val. Roderick and I came upon Gabriel and the Great Evil. The evil had him. It could’ve killed him, and I felt sure that he would try.”
Val cursed in Latin as he raked a hand through his hair.
Cole on the other hand stood still as a statue with his arms crossed over his chest. “Why didn’t he kill Gabriel? If he had him, what would’ve stopped him?”
“I don’t know,” Roderick said as he rose with a sigh. “Maybe it was because the son of a bitch doesn’t have a form!”
“Enough,” Hugh bellowed. “Gabriel was right. The evil is trying to divide us.”
“Its frustration that’s dividing us,” Roderick said as he stormed out of the chamber.
Gabriel could barely lift his hand to his face he was so tired. His head ached, it hurt to breath, and it was near excruciating to move his arms.
“Gabriel?”
He heard Cole’s voice as if from a great distance. Slowly he opened his eyes to find him sitting in the spot Roderick had vacated.
“What is it?”
“Tired,” was all Gabriel could muster. He had never felt so exhausted, so devoid of any type of momentum.
“It’s the loss of blood,” he heard Hugh mumbled from behind.
But I’m immortal . Gabriel wanted to shout it, but the most energy he could manage was to think it. He had seen Cole sustain greater injuries than this and be healed by morning with the help of his herbs.
With great effort, he raised his head. “My bag. I need my bag.”
Instantly, Val and Cole opened the bag before him. The many small clear jars and herbs blurred before his eyes. But he didn’t need his eyesight. He knew where each herb was located by heart.
He lifted his hand and pointed to the fourth jar on the left. “Two, nay three drops mixed with a cup of water.”
Val raced off to do as ordered, and Gabriel moved his hand to the right. The third pocket on the second row. “Take two leaves and crush them until there is only a fine powder. Mix with water to form a paste and spread on the wound.”
By the time he finished, he could barely breathe. Each breath was like a knife through his lungs. Coldness crept over him like a veil of death. He looked down at his hands and rubbed his fingers together.
“I can’t feel my fingers.”
“Val!” Hugh bellowed from behind him. “Mina you must hurry.”
“I’m doing all that I can,” she whispered.
But Gabriel knew. Something was wrong, dreadfully wrong.
Suddenly, a cup was thrust into his hands. “Drink,” Val said, his voice breathless and worried.
Gabriel lifted the cup with much difficulty and ignored the pull of his back. He drained the water and then handed the cup back to Val. “Hugh,” he said.
“We’re working on it, Gabriel.”
“Hugh.” He waited until his leader walked around to stand in front of him. “Something is wrong. I don’t know what. Aimery. Call for him.”
A forced smile pulled at Hugh’s lips. “We won’t need Aimery, my friend.”
But Gabriel knew they would. There was a reason Hugh wasn’t calling for Aimery, but Gabriel couldn’t get his
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