animal.
“No,” Julia murmured, taking an involuntary step closer, ready to stop her. She couldn’t see someone hurt and just do nothing, but Kaitlyn held her back. With a soft cry, Meliah drew the blade in a deep line across her skin. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she held her arm above Brian’s wounded leg, letting her golden blood flow over the gash.
Tears welled in Meliah’s eyes. Her short, whimpering breaths grew faster. The male nymph began a low song that made Julia want to cringe. It sounded like a roar. Like thunder. He tried to take the blade from Meliah’s hand but she stopped him with a lift of her chin and a flashing glance. Whatever she said next caused him to thrust her hand aside and leave the room.
The black poisoned lines continued to spread. They curled around Brian’s face like a vine looking for a foothold. All the while the sea girl’s blood continued to pour from her arm. Julia rubbed her own arm and almost turned away.
Pale, golden blood soon completely covered Brian’s wound. Meliah’s swallowed tightly. Her lids lowered. With a deep breath, she brought her arm up to her lips.
“What’s she doing?” Julia whispered.
Angie shook her head vaguely. Her gaze remained fixed on Meliah, who now moved her mouth across the wound on her arm. A slight crease formed between her delicate brows. When her lashes lifted, golden fluid glistened on her lips.
She leaned forward, positioning herself over Brian. In one hand, she still held the crystal knife. Her other hand slid up Brian’s torso and neck until it reached his jaw. With a soft caress of her thumb, she parted his lips. Then, she pressed her mouth to his.
Heat crept up Julia’s back. No matter how neutral she felt about him, she didn’t want to watch this. Especially because Meliah didn’t seem content with a peck. Her mouth worked in a slow, methodic rhythm. Was a kiss supposed to wake the sleeping prince? Julia started to turn away, when she realized what the nymph was doing.
She was feeding him her blood.
Julia could hardly breathe. If there was a list of things she had never expected to see in her life, a nearly naked seagirl giving her unconscious ex-boyfriend a mouth-to-mouth blood transfusion would have been on it.
After what seemed like an eternity, Meliah broke contact and hovered there, just an inch or so above him. Her short, panting breaths made her bare breasts rise and fall, brushing against his damp shirt. Her wound still flowed with golden blood. She seemed paler, with fevered eyes that stared at Brian as though she could wake him with the force of her will.
“Hot,” Kaitlyn whispered.
The glimmering sheen of Meliah’s body faded. With a small whimper she curled forward and sank into the bed beside Brian. The knife dropped from her hand, landing noiselessly on the cushions beside them.
Julia fell to her knees, trying to see Brian’s skin beneath Meliah’s golden hair. How had this day turned so utterly bizarre? She looked up at Angie. “What just happened?”
Angie shook her head. “I don’t know.”
“But you know everything!”
Angie blinked down at her. “Not much is recorded about nymphs in general, other than the fact that they have always been neutral, helping neither the Fates nor the Sorceress.”
Julia swallowed tightly. “Meliah isn’t neutral. She passed out from helping Brian.”
“More like swooned out from kissing him,” Kaitlyn snickered.
Brian groaned, coughing and rolling onto his side. He took an enormous breath as his eyes opened. He brought his hand down to his leg and winced.
“Wait, don’t touch your—”
But Brian hissed as his hand found his open wound. He bolted upright, his eyes wide and disoriented. He looked first to his injured leg, then at each of them in a frenzy, glancing around at the walls and then down to Meliah’s unconscious form. He rolled her onto the cushion beside him, staring mutely. At last he returned his gaze to Ethan. “What’s going
“No,” Julia murmured, taking an involuntary step closer, ready to stop her. She couldn’t see someone hurt and just do nothing, but Kaitlyn held her back. With a soft cry, Meliah drew the blade in a deep line across her skin. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she held her arm above Brian’s wounded leg, letting her golden blood flow over the gash.
Tears welled in Meliah’s eyes. Her short, whimpering breaths grew faster. The male nymph began a low song that made Julia want to cringe. It sounded like a roar. Like thunder. He tried to take the blade from Meliah’s hand but she stopped him with a lift of her chin and a flashing glance. Whatever she said next caused him to thrust her hand aside and leave the room.
The black poisoned lines continued to spread. They curled around Brian’s face like a vine looking for a foothold. All the while the sea girl’s blood continued to pour from her arm. Julia rubbed her own arm and almost turned away.
Pale, golden blood soon completely covered Brian’s wound. Meliah’s swallowed tightly. Her lids lowered. With a deep breath, she brought her arm up to her lips.
“What’s she doing?” Julia whispered.
Angie shook her head vaguely. Her gaze remained fixed on Meliah, who now moved her mouth across the wound on her arm. A slight crease formed between her delicate brows. When her lashes lifted, golden fluid glistened on her lips.
She leaned forward, positioning herself over Brian. In one hand, she still held the crystal knife. Her other hand slid up Brian’s torso and neck until it reached his jaw. With a soft caress of her thumb, she parted his lips. Then, she pressed her mouth to his.
Heat crept up Julia’s back. No matter how neutral she felt about him, she didn’t want to watch this. Especially because Meliah didn’t seem content with a peck. Her mouth worked in a slow, methodic rhythm. Was a kiss supposed to wake the sleeping prince? Julia started to turn away, when she realized what the nymph was doing.
She was feeding him her blood.
Julia could hardly breathe. If there was a list of things she had never expected to see in her life, a nearly naked seagirl giving her unconscious ex-boyfriend a mouth-to-mouth blood transfusion would have been on it.
After what seemed like an eternity, Meliah broke contact and hovered there, just an inch or so above him. Her short, panting breaths made her bare breasts rise and fall, brushing against his damp shirt. Her wound still flowed with golden blood. She seemed paler, with fevered eyes that stared at Brian as though she could wake him with the force of her will.
“Hot,” Kaitlyn whispered.
The glimmering sheen of Meliah’s body faded. With a small whimper she curled forward and sank into the bed beside Brian. The knife dropped from her hand, landing noiselessly on the cushions beside them.
Julia fell to her knees, trying to see Brian’s skin beneath Meliah’s golden hair. How had this day turned so utterly bizarre? She looked up at Angie. “What just happened?”
Angie shook her head. “I don’t know.”
“But you know everything!”
Angie blinked down at her. “Not much is recorded about nymphs in general, other than the fact that they have always been neutral, helping neither the Fates nor the Sorceress.”
Julia swallowed tightly. “Meliah isn’t neutral. She passed out from helping Brian.”
“More like swooned out from kissing him,” Kaitlyn snickered.
Brian groaned, coughing and rolling onto his side. He took an enormous breath as his eyes opened. He brought his hand down to his leg and winced.
“Wait, don’t touch your—”
But Brian hissed as his hand found his open wound. He bolted upright, his eyes wide and disoriented. He looked first to his injured leg, then at each of them in a frenzy, glancing around at the walls and then down to Meliah’s unconscious form. He rolled her onto the cushion beside him, staring mutely. At last he returned his gaze to Ethan. “What’s going
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