Even if he was only sinking into his buzz and he didn’t mean it, I can’t stop a smile from breaking out across my face.
Luna eyes him for a second and then nods to herself. “He’ll be fine. He’s gonna sleep for a good while and when he wakes up, most of his healing will be done and he should be able to move around normally again. We’ll just make sure he drinks and eats something every time he stirs and he should come out none the worse for what happened last night.”
I raise an eyebrow, eyeing my sister curiously. “Did you plan this? Did you know he wouldn’t be able to resist downing the lot,so you left it out in the open for him since youalsoknow he’s shit at keeping still? And that he has terrible impulse control?”
She shrugs with a dainty little jerk of her shoulders. “You want him better, don’t you?”
“Dastardly genius,” I mutter, marveling at her sheer skill.
Luna rolls her eyes. “Now, let's look at your magic, shall we?” She takes my hand in hers and closes her eyes.
For a moment, nothing happens, and I sit there staring at her gorgeous face. The big eyes, long lashes and her cute little chin, all the delicate features I know so well.
Thensomethingjolts inside me. It’s a mixture of that jerky feeling you get when you’re falling asleep and another feeling like I’ve just been shocked with a jolt of electricity. Luna’s brows tighten and I can feel my magic swirling inside me, grasping, like it’s trying to absorb someone else’s power. Luna’s grip on my hand tightens, and she lets out a little whimper.
I call her name and squeeze her right back. Her eyes are moving beneath her closed eyelids, like she’s dreaming. Or she’s caught in a nightmare.
“Luna, honey?”
Her breath comes in pants and I sit up, running my fingers through her hair like I would if she were one of the twins having a nightmare.
“You’re all right, Luna. I’m here. Just open your eyes and it’ll go away.”
She must be having a vision. I’ve never actually witnessed her using her Sight before, and thank fuck my magic is still not working right, or I’d be adding another unwanted string to my bow.
Her eyes open and she stares at me blankly with tears glistening. She then swallows and smiles at me, but it’s forced.
“What the hell was that?” I demand.
She pulls back and my hand drops from her hair. “You know what that was.”
“Your Sight hurts you? Causes actual physical pain?” I ask. “How come you never said anything?”
“It never lasts long,” she replies breezily. “A couple of minutes at the most and then I move on.” Clearing her throat, she smiles again, and it’s clear I’m not getting anything else out of her right now. “Anyway, you’re right about your magic. I think there’s something blocking it at the moment. A spell or a potion, I would guess. Something is dampening it and making it lie dormant.”
“A spell? Like someone put a spell on me without me knowing?” I would have thought my magic would have reacted and tried sucking it down if someone did a nulling spell in my presence.
“Did you eat or drink anything recently that smelled weird or had a strange texture?”
I think back to when my magic first started acting up. It was last night, although everything’s muddled since I was also exhausted, but—
“That bastard,” I mutter. “Ember gave me some water while I was with him and I thought it had been sitting for a while or something. It tasted kind of weird, anyway, but I was so damn thirsty, I still drank it.”
“Huh,” she murmurs. “I guess that would make sense. It would mean you’d need to contact him to get the antidote.”
Anger surges up inside me, and I toss my head back. “Well, fuck that. Can I fix it?”
“I could brew something for you, but it'll take a few days.”
My heart sinks. With things as volatile as they are right now, I’m not sure we can risk me being out of commission for hours, let alone days.
“Or,” she adds with a devilish grin. “You know what should work? Vamp blood. Huh, I wonder if we know any willing vamps that might be persuaded to share their blood with you. Sexy vampires who look at you like you’re a miracle and a mystery all wrapped into one.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m not treating Dante like he’s my personal blood bank, Luna.”
“He’d like to see you, I’m sure. That vamp would give you his right arm if it helped you—even if you just had an itch, he wouldn’t hesitate to lop it off and hand it over.”
“Gross.” I bite my lip, hesitating before I continue. “I guess if I don’t want to play into Ember and the Bad Vamps’ hands, I need my powers back without having to rely on them to help me.”
