We sit here for a moment, the weight of everything hanging in the air between us. Finally, I break the silence, "Alright, so we've got a lot to figure out. Emily's powers, Lucian's memory, and let's not forget that I need to return to Aquaria and Rhyland."
The thought of Rhyland sends a pang of longing through my heart. I miss him more than I ever thought possible, and being here while he's in Aquaria makes me want to scream. I need to figure out Lucian and get back to Rhyland—like yesterday.
I glance down at Lucian, who's still out cold on the floor. He looks almost peaceful, like a sleeping baby vampire. "How long is he going to be napping like that?"
Emily shrugs."Takes about a few hours, give or take."
I raise an eyebrow, curious about how she knows that little tidbit. If I had to guess, it's not the first time she's had to put Lucian in a supernatural time-out. I make a mental note to ask her about that when we're not knee-deep in interdimensional drama.
"We should use this time to come up with a plan. Lucian's memory loss is a big issue, and we need to figure out how to fix it." Sable pauses, "We've tried everything to uncurse him, but nothing works. That bitch did a number on him, and I'm not sure if it's reversible."
"I can try something," I offer, my mind racing with possibilities. "Maybe I can tap into my angel powers and uncurse his brain. It's a shot in the dark but worth a try."
Emily raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Your angel power? You think you can act like some celestial brain surgeon?"
I shrug, trying to sound more confident than I feel. "Why not? I've got this whole light and creation gig going on. Maybe I can give his scrambled egg brain a little reboot."
Lucian
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Ugh, fucking hell. I awake, groaning and rubbing my neck. Emily and her witch bullshit, snapping my neck again like it's her favorite party trick. The last time she pulled this shit was when I tried to take a little sip from Sable's delectable neck. Not my finest moment, I'll admit, but come on! I'm learning.
Speaking of which, my eyes snap open faster than a bear trap, and I'm hit with the memory of almost draining that walking, talking honey pot with the golden eyes. I sit up, and lo and behold, there she is—Dream Girl—staring at me like a puzzle wrapped in a mystery wrapped in a chimichanga.
Emily glares daggers. "Welcome back to the land of the living, youass!Don't even think about trying that shit again, or I swear to all that is unholy, I will shove your shriveled little balls so far up your ass you'll be coughing up sperm for a month. Got it, Deadboy?"
"Well, hello to you too, sunshine. It is always a pleasure to wake up to your dulcet tones and colorful threats." I grin cheekily. "You sure know how to make a vamp feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Oh wait... that's just the sensation of my balls retreating in terror. Silly me."
I turn my attention back to the honey-gold-eyed goddess, putting on my most charming smile. "Sorry about that, sweetcheeks. But can you really blame a guy for being tempted? Your blood... it's like the nectar of the gods. It's like you were made just for me..."
She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose like she's about to lose her shit. "My blood calls toallvamps, you idiot. So no, I'm not your personal blood bag, and I sure as hell wasn't made for you."
Well, fuck me sideways. I must look confused as hell, like I've got a goddamn dick shoved up my ass because Sable jumps in to save the day. "Lucian, this is Dani. The one we've been telling you about."
Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit.
Holy mother of plot twists, Batman! She's the super-powered savior chick, and I just tried to Hoover her like a fucking Dust Buster.
I was like a vampire version of Cookie Monster when she went all ragdoll in my arms. Let me tell you, her blood is like nothing else (at least, nothing my amnesia-riddled brain can recall).
Imagine chugging a glass of liquid lightning mixed with the finest aged whiskey, and you might come close to the mind-blowing flavor explosion that is Dani's hemoglobin elixir. I swear, I'd fight through a horde of rabid chihuahuas to get another sip of that divine nectar.
In my bloodlust haze, she mumbled something about my blood being inside her. Has she been sipping on my sauce before?
I don't know what the hell that's all about, but my entire circulatory system is screaming, "Dani, Dani, Dani!" like a lovesick groupie.
Christ on a cracker, I wish I could remember how all this vampire voodoo works.
And oh, oh, let's not forget her super blood. My brain clicks into overdrive. I practically leap to my feet and make a beeline for the windows. With the flair of a Vegas showman, I fling the curtains open, letting the sunlight pour in. I tilt my head back, arms outstretched, like I'm in some dramatic Broadway musical. "Ahhhh… there it is," I sigh, soaking up the rays like a sun-deprived plant.
The girls all scoff at my antics as I return to my seat. I run a hand through my golden hair, trying to process this clusterfuck of information. "So, let me see if I understand. You're the chosen one, the big kahuna, the supernatural savior... and I just tried to slurp you up like a fucking Go-Gurt?"
Smooth move, Lucian. Real smooth.
Dani quirks an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, don't worry, Count Drac-u-la-di-da. I'm sure we can find a way to jog your rusty old memory."
I shake my head, a shit-eating grin spreading across my face. "We've got some sort of freaky blood-bond mojo going on? Like, you're the Buffy to my Spike, the Bill to my Sookie?"
