Page 49 of Eternal Obsession

Chapter Twenty-Two

JADEON

Within hours of burying the ashes, I arrived home but lingered on the shoreline, hesitant to discover what awaited me. As expected, the tide was in and water surrounded the castle. Reassured that no one watched me, I flew high into the air, heading toward the chateau. The green-blue water shimmered beneath me.

When I reached land, I threw up blood.

Although this new ability to travel in this manner was exhilarating, there was something demonic about it which caused terrifying waves of fear. My father had spent a lifetime tracking and killing creatures of the night. My life was in his hands.

Quiet loomed in a once-busy castle, and taking my time I let my eyes wander over the interior, hoping for some sign all was now well.

The quiet was eerie as I ascended the stairs.

A sigh of relief came when I set eyes on Alex, resting calmly within his bedroom.

Placing my hand on his forehead, I gauged his temperature. His skin burned, the fever having taken hold of him. Studying him, I was reassured to find him still human. Taking a seat next to him, I gained some comfort from holding his hand. There was still hope that my disease was not permanent. More lies, only this time from myself. I refused to give up hope.

“Jadeon, is that you?” Alex opened his eyes.

“You have a fever, but we have the best doctors.”

I noticed Alex’s wrist had a bandage wrapped neatly around it.

“What happened?” I asked.

Alex struggled to push himself up. He rested back against the bed frame and clutched my arm.

“Where have you been, Jadeon?”

“It’s a long story.”

“You have been gone for . . . God, you are pale,” he said.

“I am here now.”

“He has gone mad.”

“It’s over.”

“You spoke with Father?”

“Not yet. What do you think . . . happened?”

“Lord Velde saved my life. He stopped Father from . . . from killing me.”

“Not Father.”

“Yes, Father. Look!” Alex thrust up his wrist. “He did this to me.”

Alex was shaken. When he was well again, he would be ready to face the truth.

“Where is Father now?” I asked.

“God knows. He has not come to visit me. Not that I want him to.”

“I see.” I tried to unravel his scrambled words.

“There was a fight, it was terrible.” He shook his head. “It’s hard to recall.”