Chapter 117

CAMILLA’S P.O.V

As soon as Ryker rushed into my office, I knew that something was wrong. He could barely speak and he looked like he had seen a ghost. I stood to my feet instantly as he closed the door behind him to give us a semblance of privacy.

“What’s wrong?” I asked the moment he was within reach, it was obvious that there was something wrong from the expression on his face but even I couldn’t deduce it.

“I need your help and you know I would never ask unless it was important especially not after you almost drained yourself.”

“Whatever it is, I will help as best as I can. Just tell me what it is.”

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, he handed me a letter. I wasted no time in taking it out of his hands and reading and with each line, my mouth fell open further. I wanted to see Riley with my own eyes, I wanted to make sure that she was okay and I couldn’t believe that this had been going on for so long and Damien didn’t say a word until now.

“I already gave the physician the symptoms to work up a poultice but just in case it doesn’t work, we need-”

“My blood,” I deduced and he nodded.

“It is the only way that we can be certain it will work. Please, Camilla, I wouldn’t ask this of you.”

“You don’t need to ask, of course I will help her. Riley is my sister too, I want to make sure that she is healthy. I’ll give whatever she needs and more.”

I saw relief settle on Ryker. He looked like someone had taken a huge weight off his back and I immediately followed him to meet the physician. The physician and his son were in their working space when I got there but neither of them would look me in the eye. I could tell there was still a little guilt from the son over what he had told Alastair and I didn’t know how to tell him that I didn’t blame him. I knew he didn’t have a choice and he did what he thought he needed to do in order to stay alive. It was what anyone would have done. Each time I opened my mouth to tell him that, he would scurry away as if terrified that I was going to say something to hurt him.

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By the time they were done taking my blood, the son rushed into the inner portion of the room and didn’t come out again. The physician finally met my eye and he sighed deeply. He had bags under his eyes like he hadn’t slept in a while and he looked like he had aged ten years since the last time we met.

“Forgive him, your majesty, he just needs a little more time to adjust,” he said softly. “He will be better by the time you see him next.”

“He can take all the time that he needs. I just want him to know that I hold no grudges.. He did nothing wrong.”

“He told your secret to the vampires. The attack yesterday was because of-”

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