CHAPTER Six
Once the nurse had disappeared to deal with her next donors, Alex propped himself up on one elbow and fixed me with a serious look. He’d recovered so miraculously from his terror of giving blood that I was having doubts it had been anything other than a vaguely psychosomatic induced hysteria.
“So? Spill all the gory details, Mack Attack.”
I sighed. “I have a book. Or rather the book has me; I’m not entirely sure which.”
At Alex’s quizzical look, I explained further. “I found it in Clava Books. The original Clava Books in Inverness. Then the shop burnt down and I thought it was lost forever. Until, that is, I was wandering along the shelves of the mages’ library at the academy and it showed up again.”
“Another edition?”
“No, I’m actually pretty sure it was the same book.” I tucked a curl of hair behind my ear uncomfortably. “I know it sounds daft, but…”
“No, dude, not at all. There are more sentient books around than you’d think. It stands to reason, if there was one about the Draco Wyr, then it’d be one of those.”
I was reminded for a moment that, despite Alex’s apparent fear of confrontation and his surfer dude persona, he was still a remarkably competent mage and I didn’t often give him the credit he was due. Shooting him a grateful look for not being more cynical about the book’s origins, I continued on.
“Anyway, it was written in Fae runes so it was a f*cking pain trying to work out what it all meant. I had a dictionary, and I know some of the more basic runes, but…”
Alex nodded vigorously. “Yeah, I never got much further than the faerie equivalent of Where The Wild Things Are.”
Slightly distracted at the idea the Fae’s version of that famous kids’ book probably had the humans as the ‘wild things’, I shook my head to clear away the peculiar vision and stuck to the subject.
“Well, to cut a long story short, I gave it to Solus and he got it translated for me. I’ve had it for a while, except every time I was going to read it, something came up.”
“But you’ve read it now?” he prompted.
“Yes, Alex, I’ve read it now. I finished it yesterday.”
“And?”
“And what?” I knew I was being deliberately obtuse, but for some reason I didn’t really feel that comfortable talking about my heritage, even to Alex. There was a lot about it that was just too weird.
Alex pulled himself up to a sitting position then blinked several times. “Whoa, head rush.” He looked directly into my eyes. “It’s okay, Mack. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”
I felt a rush of warmth towards my magic mate, then stared down at my feet and came to a decision. “None of it is that surprising. There’s stuff about where the Draco Wyr originally came from. We really are descended from honest to goodness dragons. Well,” I paused, “one dragon, anyway. We pretty much always have red hair. We always have bad tempers. A lot of my ancestors apparently died young as a result of picking just one too many fights. There were vast amounts who where just hunted down though. You know,” I said shifting, uncomfortably, “because of the crazy addictive blood with unbelievable healing properties.”
Alex raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, I can see why it would be a good idea to keep it as secret as possible and not go giving away any of that blood. Especially not to knowledgeable medical personnel who are going to test it.”
I waved him away. “They’re testing it for human stuff, not Otherworld stuff. Nothing’s going to show up.”
“You hope,” he returned grimly.
“It’s a calculated risk. It’s not like I’m handing it over to vampires or demi-goddesses or anyone like that.”
“Hmmm,” he murmured, in a non-committal manner.
“Besides, by the sounds of things, my bigger worry as a Draco Wyr should be ancestors of this warrior guy called Bolux. He killed the original Draco Wyr, but died of his injuries as a result. All his descendants have sworn through the centuries to make the Draco Wyr extinct, once and for all.”
Alex whistled. “Sheeeeit. That’s not great.”
“No,” I agreed. “In fact, it seems as if they were pretty much successful. By the time of the Great Fire of London back in 1666 –which was the result of a Draco Wyr inspired fight - they banded together to make a concerted effort to rid the Earth of my race. By all accounts, they succeeded. In theory, the knowledge and desire to slaughter as many Draco Wyr as possible died out because there were no more Draco Wyr to go after.”
“But you’re here,” he pointed out.
“That I am. There were hints in the book that at least one family had managed to escape the Bolux-inspired scourge, but there was nothing concrete.”
“Of course, if they survived and, as a result, you are here now, it stands to reason that the same might be true of these warrior dudes.”
“Yeah.” I fell into silence for a moment, brooding over the other revelations the book had offered.
“Maybe that’s the reason why your mother left you with the pack in Cornwall when you were just a kid. They were after her and you, and it was a good place to hide. She pretty much said so in the letter we found, which she had given to your old alpha, didn’t she? That ‘they’ were getting closer and something terrible would happen if they caught you?”
I nodded. “She wasn’t a Draco Wyr though.”
“How do you know?”
“She was scared of me, Alex. In that same letter, she said how terrified she was of my power. If she was a Draco Wyr too, then she wouldn’t have felt that way. She’d have known how to deal with it. She must have been human.” A bitter note entered my voice. “She was f*cking afraid of me, Alex. I was just a kid and she was scared of me. That’s what kind of monster I am.”
“Dude! You’re not a monster! What the hell are you saying that for?”
I raised my eyes for a moment and stared at him balefully. “Maybe because it’s true.”
“No. No way, Mack,” he said, vigorously shaking his head. “You’re the most loyal, the most thoughtful, and the most heroic person I know. You are not a monster. “ The corner of his mouth lifted up. “You have a shitty temper but, let’s face it, you are a woman. It goes with the territory.”
I leaned over to where he was sitting and thumped him on the arm. He let out a mock squeal of pain. “You’re not a monster,” he repeated fervently.
I gave him a half smile. “Thanks.” Now if only I could believe that myself, I’d be set.
We were both silent for a few moments, then Alex spoke again. “So if your mum is human, then you must be a Draco Wyr because of your dad. What happened to him?”
“I don’t know,” I said quietly. “I don’t remember anything about him. My mother never so much as mentioned him. The thing is,” I swallowed and looked in Alex’s eyes, “and you can’t ever tell anyone this, but the book said that…” My voice drifted off for a moment. Alex just waited. I took a deep breath and tried again. “The book said that Draco Wyr are almost always born as twins. Something to do with fallopian tubes and dividing eggs. Biological stuff.”
I tried to look nonchalant. Alex’s mouth, however, dropped open. “There’s another one of you? Nooooooo way.”
“Yes way. Or probably yes way. I don’t know.”
“Wow. Another Mack Attack.”
“It almost doesn’t bear thinking about, does it?”
“Wow. I mean, wow. And you don’t remember…?”
I shook my head. “Nope.”
“Damn.”
Alex absorbed that information for a little longer, clearly as stunned as I had been when I’d read it only yesterday. “Who else knows this?”
“Solus definitely. I’m not sure if it was him who translated the book. Even if it wasn’t, he’s pretty loyal to the Summer Queen, so goodness knows how many Fae actually know.”
“Do you think they’ll blab?” His expression was serious.
“No. It’ll suit them to know more than everyone else. I think the Fae, as a whole, enjoy feeling superior to everyone else.”
Alex laughed slightly. “You’re not wrong there. So, what did the book say about the magic stuff? You know, your spooky green fire?”
“Some Draco Wyr manifest it and some don’t.” I shrugged. “Apparently it’s not much of a big deal.”
“Are there any other powers that are likely to, um, manifest themselves?”
“Not unless I can get a grip on the whole transformation thing,” I said. “If I can manage that without completely losing control of my senses, then I’ll be able to theoretically fly, breathe fire and generally destroy anything that gets in my way.” I smirked slightly, then started abruptly as I realised something.
“What?”
“When I was in Balud’s shop earlier today, he made some weird comment about my eyes. I didn’t get the chance to make him tell me what he meant but…”
“Yeah?”
“But according to the book, that’s sometimes meant to be an indication a Draco Wyr is about to shift. If their eyes start glowing.”
Alex looked suddenly alarmed. He jumped up, shoulders tense and looked around the room, then grabbed me by the shoulders and looked deep into my eyes. “Is it about to happen? Here? Can you stop it?”
I laughed. “Relax, I feel fine. It was probably nothing. I think being here in this hospital and being drained of a pint of blood has had a remarkably calming effect. I don’t even feel that pissed off at Corrigan any more. I should definitely do this more often.”
He raised his eyebrows. “You really like him, don’t you? Corrigan?”
I stared down at my shoes again. “According to the book, he’s my soul-mate.”
Alex didn’t immediately say anything. I sneaked a glance up at his face. His eyes were wide.
“It says that if I can initiate the Voice with someone, then it means they’re my soul-mate,” I explained.
He blinked, but still remained silent.
“And he hates me,” I said simply. “I had to choose between him and the council, and for the sake of making everyone work together to bring down Endor, I chose the council. You saw him earlier. He not only hates me, but he’s already moved on. I thought that if we could find Endor quickly and get rid of him then there might be a chance to make things up to him and get him back, but now I don’t think that’ll work.” A ripple of fire ran up my spine and, despite its heat, I shivered.
“So let me get this straight,” said Alex slowly, “you have a secret hidden twin. You were abandoned as a child and you don’t know who your father is. You’re trying to manage a high-powered job in the middle of the worst recession the country has seen for decades. There’s a super-villain with murderous tendencies and shadowy motives after you and many others. And you’re in love with someone who hates you.”
“Pretty much,” I said sadly.
“Well, you know what this means,” he said, in a particularly sombre tone.
“What?”
“We need to get working on a theme tune right away. Because if this isn’t a soap opera, darling, then I don’t know what is.”
We looked at each other and simultaneously burst out laughing. I stood up, ignoring the slight wave of dizziness the action gave me, and grabbed Alex in a hug.
He squeezed me tightly back. “How about ‘Beedebopdelooolah’?”
“Sounds great,” I said into his shoulder. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
“You got it, Mack Attack. But we should come up with a code word first, you know. In case your, no doubt, evil twin shows up and pretends to be you. Then you can warn me and I can run away in time.”
I grinned. “Beedebopdelooolah.”