“I believe so,” Carson said.
“Macushla, look!”
Shifting his gaze, Logan saw what his mate was pointing to. “Hey, Colton, the blood tears have stopped…at least for now.”
“Thank the gods!”
“Can I stop giving him blood now?” asked Carson.
“Yes…go get the bed ready and have Remy magic up everything we need,” Colton ordered.
Once Carson was gone, Logan asked, “Will the vampire live?”
“I don’t know,” answered Colton. “I’m not even sure the transfusions will help if there’s a spell responsible for him not eating. But, if there is, Remy should be able to remove it. In the meantime, be careful picking him up…and please move slowly carrying him back to Carson’s home.”
“What if he starts to bleed again?” asked Logan.
“That’s why I want you to be careful not to jostle him too much.”
“Would your power be able to heal him?” Logan asked his brother.
“Not sure…never tried it on a vampire, especially one who has a spell on him. I wish I had all the answers for you, but I don’t.”
Gently picking up the vampire, Logan rose, surprised at the lightness of the man. Hearing a low moan as he shifted the vampire to get a better hold, he murmured, “Shhh…I got you.”
“Kieran, keep your hand in contact with him…hopefully you can keep the pain from getting too bad.”
“I’m gonna hang up now and try to reach Mystia. Call me if you need me,” Colton said.
“Will do,” Logan muttered, carefully taking a step, then waiting for a moment before taking the next one. Glancing down at the man in his arms, he realized how young the vampire must have been when he was turned, causing tears to well up in his eyes. He doubted very much it was done with the man’s consent. And even though the vampire who turned him spared his life, Logan wondered if the young man regarded himself as lucky—his entire future had been stolen from him.
“Macushla,” Kieran whispered. “He doesn’t want to be a vampire.”
“I don’t blame him at all,” Logan murmured.
“His name is Lucius and all he really wants is to be loved,” Kieran whispered, tears filling his eyes.
“Lucius…can you open your eyes for me?” asked Logan softly.
“He’s trying,macushla,but I think he’s too weak.”
“Hey, that’s okay Lucius…we’re going to take care of you,” Logan said, keeping his voice low and soothing, while looking for signs the man heard him.
Reminded by his spirit of the songs taught to him by his Shaman, Kieran began to sing the one meant to heal a troubled person.
A breathless sigh escaped Lucius’s mouth as the melody and words swirled around him, burrowing into his soul. He must be in the arms of an angel but why would that be? Ever since that fateful day, he knew he’d end up in hell—it was just a matter of time. But he wasn’t there yet. He wasn’t sure how he knew, but there was no doubt in his mind the love he felt flooding his body was expunging the worst of his pain. A trickle of hope began to fill his soul; he prayed he might awaken from the nightmare his life had become and be himself again.
