Chapter 107: Your blood.
Raphael’s POV
I turned at the sound of his voice, my gaze locking onto him. He sat on the ground like this entire conversation was a mild inconvenience, rolling dancing embers between his fingertips.
"You can heal her?" Caleb asked, his tone hesitant.
Drogon nodded, his golden-red eyes flashing. "Of course. But healing comes at a price. Everything does."
I clenched my jaw. "And what price would that be?"
A slow, knowing smile curved his lips. "Nothing you would be unwilling to give. Nothing expensive."
My patience thinned. "Enough of the riddles, dragon. Speak plainly."
Drogon blew a dramatic breath out, his amusement barely contained. "Your blood, King. Just a drop."
Silence. Why? Why would he need my blood to heal the princess? I tried reading his thoughts, but I have come to realize I couldn't. I could read the minds of others but not him.
Out of frustration, I repeated the question running through my mind.
"My blood?" I asked, my tone edged with suspicion.
Drogon’s gaze remained steady. "Yes. Your blood is not ordinary, Raphael. It carries the power of a beast that even the gods feared. It is both destruction and creation. With it, I can mend what is broken."
A muscle in my jaw flexed. My blood was not something to be given away lightly. It had been the root of my existence, my strength, my curse. It had more than the beast essence in it.
"And what happens after you take it?" I asked coldly.
Drogon smirked. "You bleed, obviously."
Caleb shifted uneasily, his eyes going between us. "Is it dangerous?"
Drogon chuckled, the sound low and dark. "To him? No. But to those who think they can use it to their advantage? Yes."
My fingers balled into fists. I did not trust him. But time was slipping through my fingers like sand, and Ava, Ava was still lost to me.
"Fine," I said reluctantly. "Take it." Ava is all that matters to me. Even if the dragon is playing games with me, as long as my mate returns, nothing else matters.
Drogon’s smile widened as he stood, what a creepy smile. "A wise choice, Your Highness."
I barely saw him move before his claws slashed across my palm. The sting was expected and brief. Dark crimson welled up in my palm. It was thick and shinning unnaturally under the moonlight.
Drogon cupped his other hand beneath mine, letting the blood pool into his palm. As soon as the first drop touched his skin, the wind blew rapidly around.
An unsettling urge to push him away held me but I stood still. The scent of burning flesh and something putrid, filled the air. I see the others others holding their nostrils. Was it because of the stench of my blood or am I missing something?
Gwen suddenly inhaled sharply. Caleb took a step back, fear creeping into his expression. Even Grey buried deep within me, roused uneasily.
Drogon lifted his hand, my blood gleaming like molten fire. "Now, let’s see if the gods still favour the damned."
Before we knew it, we were inside Allora's room. He turned to where she lay, her breath shallow, her skin greying with the slow poison eating through her veins.
Black veins marring her skin. She looked pitiful and dull.
Drogon knelt beside her and pressed his blood-streaked palm against her chest.
The reaction was immediate.
A sharp gasp tore from Allora’s lips as her body arched, golden-red light bursting from beneath Drogon’s hand. For a moment, the chamber became extremely hot and the ground trembled.
She let out a strangled scream, her eyes flying open, glowing with unnatural brilliance. The dark veins that had spreading on her skin receded, vanishing into nothingness.
Then, silence.
The glow faded. Allora fell limp, her breathing steady and even.
"It’s done," Drogon said simply, wiping his hand on his robe like he had done nothing more than dust off dirt.
I studied him carefully. He had healed her, but at what cost? My blood, he said but I don't just believe him.
"What did you do to her?" I asked.
Drogon’s lips curled. "Exactly what I said I would. I healed her." His gaze moved in my direction. " But now, she owes a life debt."
A life debt. Meaning, at any moment, Drogon could call upon her for repayment.
Clever bastard. Caleb’s relief was visible, but his unease matched my own. "Will she be alright?"
"She will live," Drogon confirmed. "Whether she likes the price or not is a different matter."
I breathed slowly, pushing back my irritation. This was a problem for later. Right now, we have a bigger threat to deal with.
"Now that Allora is taken care of," I said, turning back to Drogon, "we need to find the fae."
Amusement danced around Drogon's expression. "Good. Then you should get moving."
I narrowed my eyes. "Where do we start?"
His smirk deepened. "In the place, even the gods fear to tread."
So it wasn't only us, that's scared of the Faes? Why though? Why are people scared of them?
" Do you know why people are scared of the Faes?" Gwen asked. Beating me to the question I wanted to ask.
Drogon's expression soften when he met Gwen's curious gaze. " I once heard in the god realm that they were once gods. They weren't created by the gods of the third realm like you folks."
" Were you not also created by a God?" Anastasia asked. There was malice in her question.
" No. We just exist. Although we know there is a greater power in all of the realms." He replied nonchalantly.
" Then you are no different from us," Anastasia murmured under her breath. I couldn't help the chuckle that slipped out. He deserved that.
His expression turned cold. " You are just jealous," he bites out.
" Umm... We are forgetting something," Gwen interrupts the bickering.
" How do we strike a deal with the Faes if they are so scary?" She asked the question all of us were unwilling to voice out.
" You should be more worried, about allowing us into their districts and territory," Caleb replied.
Why would he say so? " I am their king, they wouldn't deny me."
" Yes... They might not and they might." Drogon. " Nevertheless, we can try."
As we were speaking, Allora's mother and two siblings, enters her chamber. The minute they saw me, they fall down on their face. I guess I am that scary.
" You don't have to worry, about your daughter. She has been healed." I reassured trying to calm her.
" Can we head out and give them space?" I don't wait for them and walk ahead.
How many obstacles must I destroy to have her back?
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