Laeddin burst into my room. "Princess?" I adjusted myself and stood. "I'm fine. I - uh, just fell."His hands roamed my body as though he were feeling for broken bones, even though that wasn't possible. "What's this?" He touched the diamond on my forehead. I shrugged. "I'm not sure but I'm guessing it has to do with the crown." "You're probably right." He pursed his lips in a grim line. "You sure you're all right?""Yes. I'm good."Laeddin stepped back. "You look better. Rested." He went over to the closet and opened the doors, then faced me. "Which is good because you need to go to your grandmother's funeral."At hearing his words, my heart sank. "Is it today? Usually funerals take days and days to plan." "You've been asleep for three." He took a dress from my closet and showed me. I shook my head. "Three days?" I ran to the window, like the sky could tell me the date. In some ways it could, since the darkness was getting closer and closer. "Why did you let me sleep so long? We s
"Well I'm here." She flew to my shoulder and landed there, settling in for the duration. Aunt Cindy stood on my mom's right. She'd come with her assistant from Polonias, a giant talking leopard by the name of Violet. She wore a short black dress without sleeves. The leopard's wiry glasses kept slipping down her nose until they sat so close to the edge, I wondered how they hadn't fallen off. Cindy wore a black dress with iridescent blue gauze around the waist, cuffs, and hem. It came to the middle of her calves and she had on black high heels with a bow at the ankle, ever the most stylish person in the room. My parents had taken the potion to change back into their rightful bodies. Dad had on a white suit with a water lily pinned to his lapel and my mom wore a red dress, the color of her mom's hair. "Come. Stand between us," my dad said, when he saw me. I slid into place and peered sideways at my mom. Was she mad? Could she stand me any longer? Or was I just a person to forget?Sh
"Ahhhhh, it's good to be here once again." Sharra appeared in the ballroom out of thin air, my glorious wings beating lightly at her back. My dad didn't hesitate, but went after her, grabbing her by the throat. He was so quick, he shocked all of us. "I had a feeling you'd show up." His fingers dug into her neck as he forced her to her knees. "You'll pay for the pain you've caused and when I finish with you, you'll be completely gone from this Earth." Sharra blinked several times and then touched my dad with the tip of the staff she carried. His body became stiff, like he was frozen. Sharra pulled from his grasp. "Stupid boy!" "Dad!" I ran to him. Sharra sent a black current at me. It struck and I fell to the ground. "That was too easy," she cackled, her wicked eyes scanning each of us. "How dare you lay your hands - " Sharra said. Before she could finish, my mom had Sharra's neck in her mouth, her fangs biting down. Sharra's eyes became wide with momentary fear, but she recover
Before I became a vampire, I was just a man with simple needs and one desire. Her name was Joanna Reesa d'Arc. I called her Red because of her deep auburn hair. She always wore it down her back in a long braid.Red was beautiful in every way. Strong. Courageous. Devoted to her country and family. To a stranger she might appear weak and helpless, but she was none of that. She was five feet of fearlessness with deep convictions toward her visions of what God wanted France to become.The first time I saw her she was in her eighth year. In her tiny hands she carried a pail full of water. A serious expression, one I would learn meant she was thinking, hung on her lovely face. She wore a white bonnet along with a hunter green frock the same color as her eyes.Joanna was the daughter of the town constable. The d'Arc family was the closest thing to royalty the town had, and they acted like it too.When I was young, I wanted to know her, to be near her. By the time she was sixteen I knew I
I came to and heard Sharra talking."I know you believe in your visions, but where is your God now, when you need him most. Don't you think if you were meant to lead your country to victory, he would rescue you?""You speak blasphemy against my Lord. It may not be today, but you will suffer for your irreverence." Joanna spoke with quiet certainty, without a shred of horror in her voice.Sharra grabbed Joanna's face. "Highly unlikely, little one."I opened my eyes and saw Joanna was chained to a wall. It appeared we were in a dungeon of some sort. It stank of rotting flesh and wet dirt."Release her. You can contend with me but leave Joanna alone," I tried to shout, my voice groggy and my throat parched.Sharra sauntered over. The material of her dress rustled against her legs. "I wondered when you'd wake. You've been asleep a long time. Days in fact. I didn't take that much blood. Perhaps you're weaker than I first believed."I ground my teeth together, but didn't respond. "My love,"
But Kenmei did not kill us. I would later learn the Hunter didn't support Sharra the way some of the other vampires did.Once the vampire queen was gone, he went to Joanna. "Let me get you out of these." With very little effort he yanked the chains from the wall. Joanna fell to her knees. "There. There, little bird." He lifted her and placed her on a throne made of rock. Then he bit into his wrist. Blood immediately came to the surface. "I know you don't want to drink from Adam, but you're a revenant now, not quite human and not quite vampire. Blood is all that will keep you alive." He put his wrist to her mouth.She resisted, but only for a moment."That's it."I worried she would spit it out again, but she didn't. She drank. Slowly at first, but then her hands came up and she took hold of his wrist. "Good girl, little bird. Take your fill."Joanna's mother began to wail. In between cries she shouted, "Demon.""Be still woman!" I fought against the chains wishing I could be free.Fi
I, Jasmine was suddenly aware I was no longer inside Joanna's head, but back at my home. Without opening my eyes, I knew I was in my room in Salem, laying on the bed and covered in blankets. Laeddin was in his room, sleeping. I heard his even breathing and the rise and fall of his chest. The trip back in time was enlightening. I now understood more about Pops and my heart broke for his loss even though it was hundreds of years ago. How that must've hurt. I also understood Laeddin's love for me a little better. It didn't matter whether I loved him back or not. His love was strong and real and the driving force behind all he'd done and did for me. My heart softened toward him and I wished I could love him back the way he loved me. It would be so easy. But I wasn't sure whether it was because he was a genie and treated me like I was his master or what, but there was something keeping me from letting myself fall for him. With Christopher, it was purely physical. He believed we belonged
"I have an idea where it is." Laeddin hiked a short distance to the edge of the ridge. "Where's that?" I hiked over to him. We stood on the top of a vast mountain. The crisp air whipped thin around us, nearly empty of oxygen. Had I still been human I would've had difficulty breathing at such a high altitude. "Down there, probably within or below the palace," he said, pointing. I followed his finger as I stroked the bear bracelet encircling my wrist. Christopher had given it to me. The little bear charm brought me comfort. My eyes drifted down into an expansive city surrounded on three sides by mountains while the fourth opened to the sea. Homes made of rock and sand lined the streets, standing in rows like soldiers waiting for battle. Two thirds of the way toward the castle was a large wall with a gate. Two gargoyle sentries with matching brown wings stood guard on either side of it. The second rung of houses was similar to the first, though they were much bigger, and many had co