48. The Blood of a King

Demetrius

My eyes widen at the scene before me. What is this?

Instinctually, I move toward her with the need to assist. Her gaze flicks up to mine and, again, I’m shocked at what I see -- glowing red orbs where her eyes should be, tainted with fear.

Let’s recap. There’s a purple aura surrounding her body and her eyes are red like a vampire’s… but she’s not a vampire. She’s human. I know this. So then how?

The words Andreas just spoke ring through my head.

She’s more than a simple human.

My heart thumps quickly. Is this his doing or something else?

He matches my movements, wanting to get closer to her as well, to get there before me, to prevent me from touching her. But he doesn’t have to worry about that, because as soon as we’re within close range, we’re both thrown backwards by an invisible force.

I jump to my feet, dusting myself off with irritation. The strength of that force was powerful. My eyes meet hers again and I see this worried look in them that makes my chest tighten.