When they finally appeared somewhere in the village, Luka threw her to the ground and vanished. The darkness pressed against her, making her feel utterly alone and vulnerable. Kira barely had the strength to pull herself up to stand. There were no lights in the windows and no discernible sounds. She backed in between two cottages, wrapped her arms around herself and tried to get Octavion’s image out of her head.
“Kira?” a voice whispered. “Is that you?” A small, shadowy figure appeared in front of her.
“Ussay?” Kira leapt into her arms. “He’s chained up. They chained him up.”
“I know,” Ussay whispered. “Come with me. We must be very quiet.”
She led Kira to a doorway that opened into a small room. A single candle burned in the far corner where an older woman sat in a rickety wooden chair. Even from a distance, Kira could see the hollow look in her eyes-a blank stare that made Kira wonder if she’d suffered an emotional crisis in her life. But at the moment, Kira thought simply living in this world could cause that.
“This is my mother, Narrisa.” Ussay pulled Kira into the center of the room and motioned for her to sit on the edge of the bed. The cottage seemed to have only one small room. Two windows flanked the door, both covered with a thick, black cloth. A cold fireplace sat opposite the only bed.
“Why is it so dark?” Kira asked.
“Shh. Whisper, Kira. They will feed soon and we do not want to attract them.”
A shiver ran the entire length of Kira’s spine. “Ussay, I think we have a problem.” Kira pulled up the hem of her dress and raised her foot so Ussay could see the blood soaked bandage. “Octavion didn’t clean up the mirror very well.”
“Oh, Kira.” Ussay looked at the floor where Kira left three faint blood stains leading from the door. “Mother-be quick. Get the Sevrin.” Narissa stood and walked to a small cupboard next to the fireplace. She opened it and took out a large brown bottle with a cork in it.
“Kira, remove the bandage,” Ussay said. “We will have to cauterize the wound. Be careful not to get blood on anything else.” She grabbed the candle and set it on a table next to the bed.
“I can do this myself,” Kira said.
Ussay nodded, then went over to her mother and took the bottle. She grabbed a knife from the mantle and handed it to Kira. “Are you certain you can do this?”
“Yes.”
“Be quick about it. You will need to burn the bandage as well.” Ussay pulled the cork from the bottle and poured it over the stains on the floor. It only took an instant for the fumes to attack Kira’s senses.
“What is that?” Kira asked.
Narissa stepped closer and removed the bandage from Kira’s foot. “It kills the smell of blood. Royals cannot tolerate the stench. It burns their nasal membranes.” Her monotone voice was shallow and held little emotion or urgency. She held a small basin under Kira's foot to catch any drops of blood. Once she removed the blood soaked cloth, Narissa held one end in the flame. As it caught fire, she dropped it into the basin and watched as it turned to ash. “That should do.”
Kira held the knife in the flame of the candle until she was sure it was hot enough to seal the wound. She could do this. She’d felt much more pain when healing Lydia and Octavion, and this was only a small cut. Piece of cake, right?
Another deep breath and she pressed it to her skin. Her other hand flew to her mouth to hold in the scream that started in the back of her throat. Her skin sizzled and the stench of burnt flesh attacked her senses. Her trembling hand barely held it there long enough for the heat to seal the cut. She dropped the knife into the basin with the ashes and watched as Narissa disposed of it. Kira looked around the room to find Ussay gone and the door wide open.
“Where did she go?” Kira whispered.
“Spreading it outside so they won’t know which house the odor is coming from.” Narissa went to the door and looked out. “Ussay,” she whispered into the night.
“Mother, get back inside,” Ussay said as she entered the room and closed the door behind her. “We need to get that candle out.” Ussay threw the bolt and slid a long section of wood into two metal brackets on either side of the door. “Kira, were you able to stop the bleeding?”
“Yes, tell me what else to do.”
“Stay on the bed. Mother and I will sleep on the rug by the fireplace tonight.” Before Kira could protest, Ussay went to the candle and blew out the flame. The sudden darkness gave Kira another chill.
“Ussay. . please let me sleep on the floor.”
“Shh. Not a sound. It will go faster if you sleep.”
Too terrified to move, Kira didn’t dare respond. She listened to Ussay and her mother settle onto the floor, not saying a word.
A woman screamed-and then another and another. At first it was far off in the distance, but as the night wore on the cries became closer and more intense. Some were human, others were animal-or rather, a combination of both; Royals hunting their prey.
Kira pulled the blanket from the bed, wrapped it around her shoulders and leaned against the cold stone wall. A few minutes later she heard scratching and deep breathing. A low rumbling growl vibrated through the wall and into her chest like rolling thunder.
“Kira,” a deep, male voice said from outside.
She drew her knees up under her chin and wrapped her arms around them to help control her trembling. Octavion. She wanted to run to him, throw herself into his arms and make the curse melt away, but she’d learned her lesson. Her scent only brought him more pain and suffering.
A fierce roar rang out and echoed through the village. Kira tried to scream, but before the sound came out, Ussay pressed her hand to Kira’s mouth.
“No,” Ussay whispered.
Kira nodded and Ussay slowly removed her hand.
They both sat in silence until they heard the creature outside move away from the wall. Ussay patted her on the back and whispered, “It is almost over. The sun will be up soon.”
Chapter Ten
Octavion tore the overgrown vines away from the door of his hunting cottage. Too many years had passed since he’d entered this structure-an abandoned shack he’d claimed as his own during his thirteenth year. Hidden deep in the B’Sajra Mountains, it provided him shelter when the moons were new and put distance between him and the villagers-something he’d never needed more than now.
He kicked the dirt off his boots before entering. Not that he needed to-inside, several layers of dust and dirt clung to every surface. His possessions still hung where he’d left them; everything undisturbed. For that, he felt grateful. There were things here he held sacred-items once belonging to his mother that he’d hidden here.
After several nights sitting up with Kira and a long night hunting with Luka, the bed on the far wall looked inviting in spite of its tattered linens. He’d have to air the place out and do some cleaning before he brought Kira here. That is, if she ever forgave him.
Once Luka released him from the chains and his cravings had finally subsided, the memories had hit him like an arrow through his heart. He remembered his uncontrollable hunger and the fear in Kira’s eyes. He’d spent the rest of the night listening to Luka try to convince him not to find her and apologize-not yet. Now he had to admit his gratitude for his cousin’s persistence. Kira was much safer with Ussay.