The Blood Moon Twins
Chapter 86

CAULDER

Davina was the only one who came in and out of the room. She always made sure I had food and water, and she used her healing magic to help my body heal to the best of her ability. Her magic wasn't strong, but it helped a little each time. Other than that, she didn't stick around for very long or make much conversation.

The next time she arrived, I was already awake, and I was moving around, despite the stiffness in my body and the pain in my joints. My body felt older than it should, which made it difficult to move. The thought of returning to Harper was the only thing keeping me from just lying in bed all day.

"You should be resting," Divina said as she entered with a bag full of supplies. It likely held bread, meat, and cheese, and maybe a few other surprises. That was what my diet had consisted of since I had been here, but I didn't complain about it. She wasn't asking me for anything in return for the help she was providing.

"Why are you the only one who comes around here?" I asked.

Davina placed the bag on the small table in the corner of the room. "Since I was the one who brought you here, you are my responsibility," she said simply. "I need to make sure you don't die."

"Or escape," I added. She made a point to lock the doors when she came and left. We both knew it wouldn't do anything to stop me, but the gesture made it clear. I wasn't supposed to leave without asking.

She pulled out the items in the bag, ignoring my comment. "So are you going to tell me your name yet?"

I shrugged my shoulders and limped over to help her. Even moving that small amount exhausted me. I was running out of time to heal before I had to leave, but I still didn't feel like I was in any condition to travel. "Don't know if that's smart, yet," I said. I grabbed the bread and went to cut a slice, but Davina slapped my hand.

"Why? Are you a prince or something,afraid of me trying to ransom you off?" She chuckled to herself. She didn't seem upset that I hadn't told her my name yet. She hadn't told me much of anything about the organization she was working for, so we understood we had our secrets.

"Only if," I laughed. "The Council of Magic sure thinks I'm something special."

"Well, aren't you?" She started cutting the bread as if she had made some casual comment about the weather.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

She stopped cutting and looked at me with raised eyebrows. "I felt the magic oozing out of you when you broke free from that compound. I have never felt that immense amount of power from a single sorcerer before, even council members. You're not even of age yet, right? You're what? Eighteen? Nineteen?"

"Eighteen," I confirmed. "Was it really that powerful?" My break out felt like a blur when I looked back at it. Flashes of what happened sometimes filled my head as I slept, but it almost felt like I was experiencing a dream. Ever since I woke up here, I could barely feel my magic. It was like it was lying dormant while my body recovered.

"You don't remember much about the incident, do you?" Davina noted, looking at me. "Here." She handed me a piece of bread and cheese before taking some for herself.

"Not really. I remember feeling really powerful and angry, but everything else is pretty blurry." The time spent as a prisoner was a blur, too. I was sure my brain was already working on blocking out the torture I endured to be able to break my magic free. "Well, you escaped from a place that's supposed to be impenetrable before you have access to all of your magic. That screams special to me."

"The Council of Magic forced my magic to awaken early," I corrected.

Davina stopped mid bite of a piece of bread. After a moment, she chewed it slowly before swallowing hard. "That explains the state of your body. I didn't even think it was possible to do that without killing the sorcerer."

I limped over to a chair and sat down. "They thought it was worth the risk."

"Well, that backfired on them." Davina sat in the chair across from me. "Clearly, they just gave you the power to escape."

I had been thinking the same thing. Winslow thought he would be able to control me, but he hadn't accounted for just how powerful I would be.

Davina settled into her chair, and she didn't make any motion to move.

I tilted my head. "Not rushing to do whatever it is you do?" This was the longest she had stuck around while I was awake.

She shrugged her shoulders. "I have some extra time today. The boss man doesn't really need me."

"Boss man?" I repeated, trying to probe for more information. This was the first time I had heard of anything about the structure of the organization.

"Yes. He's the one who founded the group. He used to work for the Council of Magic, but they twisted his way of thinking, making him do things he ended up regretting. He even lost his magic as a result because of it," Davina explained. "His story is pretty incredible. When he realized his wrong doings, he swore to spend the rest of his life making up for it in whatever way he could. He started the rebel group by replaceing others who had been used by the council, and he has been building us up for over a decade now. He has protected hundreds of sorcerers from the council and built a safe place under their noses."

"That's a pretty incredible story," I agreed. This leader seemed to have a real skill for leadership. He built a group from nothing and kept it going for a long time, even though he had lost his magic. Clearly, his followers looked up to him as well.

"He is absolutely incredible," Davina said, and I practically saw stars twinkling in her eyes.

"Do you have a crush on this guy?" I teased.

Davina twisted her face in response. "Ew, no. He's too old for me, and he's married. Well, he was at least. I just admire him. That's all. I wish I had the power to make the kind of changes he's trying to make."

"Why don't you?" I asked.

She shrugged. "I don't have the strength a leader has. Even if I tried, I don't think anyone would listen to me."

"You never know if you don't try." Not everyone was meant to lead a group of people. Some people had a natural charm that just made people want to follow them. Remy always said she was jealous that I had that charm. She wanted it so badly, but she wasn't as much of a people person as I was. She was more passionate about leading the pack, though. If I could give her my charm, I would.

"Maybe," Davina said. "I'm okay with the role I have now, though. All leaders need great followers behind them. Otherwise they wouldn't have anyone to lead."

"Fair point. So who is this great leader of yours?" I asked. "Does he have a name?"

"I'll tell you his name if you tell me yours," she suggested. She propped her elbows on the table and interlaced her fingers, creating a net to rest her head on.

I thought about it for a moment. It was a fair trade, but I didn't think it was worth the risk. "Nah, I don't need to know that badly."

Davina pouted her lower lip. "Okay, but will you give me something to go off of? I'm bored. At least tell me about the girl you are trying to get home to."

I squinted my eyes at her. I knew I hadn't mentioned anything about Harper since I had been here. I had been careful not to. "How do you know there's a girl?"

"There's always a girl, especially with your looks," she said, leaning back. "You mentioned your family would be worried about you, but you also hesitated, which meant you left someone out. Of course it's a girl. Well, I suppose it could be a boy. I don't know who you're into." "It's a girl," I confirmed.

"So what's the big rush to get back to her?" Davina asked. Her voice softened at the question, and she leaned forward, eager to listen to the tale of my love story.

"It's her birthday soon. We were supposed to have big plans together, and I need to make sure I get back on time. She has already been waiting for me for far too long. I don't want her to have to wait another day." As I spoke, I could feel the hole in my chest ache even more. The thoughts of returning to Harper kept me going, even through the darkest moments while I was in captivity. Just the thought of seeing Harper's smile again was enough to make my heart beat faster.

"She must be pretty special. You look completely smitten," Davina said, smiling at me. "I wish someone would smile like that while talking about me. But alas, I am as single as it gets!"

"I'm sure there is someone out there for you. Don't sorcerers have soul mates or something like that?" I asked. I didn't know a lot about how the sorcerer bond worked, but my mom warned Remy and I that it would be possible that we had connections with multiple people because of our dual nature.

"Wait, what do you mean?" Davina asked. She shifted in her chair, and she was looking at me strangely.

"I don't understand what part of what I said was confusing," I admitted. I started fidgeting under Davina's gaze. Her energy changed, but I didn't understand why.

"Why are you asking if sorcerers have soul mates?" Davina asked. "Shouldn't you know that?"

I paused, realizing the confusion. I had accidentally given a detail away about myself without thinking. There was no way of hiding it without fully lying, and from what I understood, that wasn't how this dynamic worked. Davina and I kept our secrets, but we didn't lie. I didn't want to ruin that now.

"I didn't grow up in the sorcerer's world. I grew up with my family in a werewolf pack. I'm not a full-blooded sorcerer," I clarified.

Davina's eyes brightened. "That's what's so weird about your energy! I thought something was weird about you, but I couldn't figure it out exactly. Wait, so not only are you an extremely powerful sorcerer, but you can also turn into a werewolf and whatever?" Davina's excitement made me laugh. I thought she was upset at first, so this was a nice relief. "Yeah, I can transform and stuff." "Wow, you really are something special."