Thorne’s head whips towards who threw it, and who knew, the little water mage has balls too. And clearly a death wish. Then Thorne lets go of Trouble and pulls the knife that embedded itself into the wall. There’s a sweet aura around the knife, the scent almost exactly like Trouble’s.
“Where thefuckdid you get a weapon made from blue belladon?” he growls. Blood staining his white shirt and the temperature in the room drops as Thorne says that name. The name of the one thing that can kill all no matter what you are.
The water mage disregards Thorne as she peers down at Trouble.
“Are you okay, Mavyn?” she calls. Staying near her vampyr boyfriend who’s wrapped protectively behind her. He looks like he’s about to faint.
Trouble coughs and rubs at her throat but pushes off the wall to stand up. Thorne turns down to Trouble and grips her shirt to look closer at the small wound. Though that doesn’t matter, if the knife was made with blue belladon they’re both dead.
“You realized you just killed us both,” he snarls, pointing the end of the blade at the water mage. “You will be put to death for this.”
Trouble scoffs as she shoves Thorne’s hand away. “Don’t be so dramatic, demon. We’ll live.”
She grabs one of the necklaces I’ve seen her wear before. It’s a thicker chain with charms around it. Most of them looking like little vials or compartments. She unclips one of them as Thorne looks like he’s mixed between panicking and reveling. He’s said before that to experience blue belladon is like nothing else. Its taste will make you crave nothing else but it for the rest of your life.
She unscrews the tiny lid and a waft of aura so powerful we all scent it. Blood that has magic exceeding far beyond what I could ever do.
She feigns surprise as she smirks at Thorne. “Whoops. Wrong one, wouldn’t want to waste Nana’s precious bone witch blood.” Thorne goes so pale as he stares at her. She keeps eye contact as she screws the cap back on and hooks it back. Then she grabs another vile and unhooks that. “Here we go. The antidote to blue belladon.”
Tilting her head, she watches Thorne carefully as she takes a step towards him. He looks like he’s about to pass out. I know the poison acts fast, faster than what should be possible.
Extending her hand, she says, “Here. Don’t choke.”
His hands shake as he takes the vile and straightens his face. Replacing his bored expression even as his body trembles.
“This isn’t enough for both of us,” he grits.
She shrugs and he waits another second before emptying the antidote into his mouth. I watch as her eyes track his throat when he swallows. Her pupils just barely expand but she blinks a few times before extending her hand again.
Thorne hands the vile back and she screws and locks it back onto her necklace. I wonder what the other little containers hold. More antidotes for things, or maybe poisons?
But that doesn’t matter because she’s about to be dead from that poison. The knife did cut her, I can see her blood bleeding onto the shoulder of her shirt.
“You don’t seem to care that you’re about to die,” Thorne drawls. Back to his regular composed self. Just as the poison acts quickly, the antidote does as well.
She shrugs again and gives him a dry look. “Why do you care? Don’t you believe your life would be better if I, a little ol’ vampire – who by the way couldn’t care less about you and only wants to finish these five years so she can go back home to her regular life – was dead?”
The seconds tick by and even I hold my breath waiting for the moment she’ll just drop dead. A bit of a shame. Thorne doesn’t respond to her and seems to be waiting too. She arches a brow at him, glancing at me for a second, before spinning away towards her friends.
“Asher, is there any food in this house? I’m starving now.”
Her roommate relaxes a bit before taking a step towards her but before the vampyr can answer Thorne is behind her with his hand wrapped around the back of her neck. Pulling her towards him, he points the knife still in his hand at the mage.
“How are you not dead?” She groans in frustration be he just yanks her head back. It makes my dick jump. “No one is immune to blue belladon. I can smell the poison coursing through your veins. You should be dead by now.”
His fangs elongate as he dips his head closer to her still bleeding shoulder. She makes a small noise and elbows him while grabbing his extended arm and spinning him to face her. With how strong I know Thorne is the move shouldn’t have actually moved him, but her technique and power somehow does.
“I do not consent to you drinking my blood,” she states, the words making a breath of a ripple in the air. They hit Thorne like the shove she gave me did and something in the air rumbles. “Clearly your instincts are shit, are your morals?”
Thorne clenches his jaw as he straightens to his full height and looks down at her.
“Why aren’t you dead right now?” he asks in a deadly calm.
She groans again and rolls her eyes.Fuck. The little troublemaker needs to stop doing that. Callahan glances at me as I discreetly adjust myself. While I’d love to take her to one of the empty rooms and see what other little noise she can make, I am more interested in figuring out why she isn’t dead right now.
Taking both of her hands she rubs at her face and then glares at Thorne. It would be fucking sexy if I also wasn’t concerned about what it means that she isn’t dead yet.
“Maybe I’m just stronger – “