Curse of Night
Book five in the thorne Hill Series
Emily Goodwin
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Thank you
About the Author
Also by Emily Goodwin
Curse of Night
Book One in the Thorne Hill Series
Copyright 2020
Emily Goodwin
Cover photography by Braadyn Penrod
Cover art by Covers by Christian
Proof Reading by Jessica Meigs
Editing by Contagious Edits
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events or places is purely coincidental.
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To my girls. I love you.
Chapter 1
I’m not healing.
Lucas’s words echo in my head. I blink, vision blurring, and start to feel sick. The sight of blood has never bothered me, yet standing here rooted to the spot as I watch blood drip down Lucas’s abdomen is making me dizzy. Lucas steps back, feet shuffling over the painted cement floor of the office inside the hipster bar, and perches on the edge of the desk as he presses his hand to his stomach. Blood pools around his fingers, seeping through the torn fabric of his shirt.
This can’t be happening.
Lucas is a vampire.
Vampires heal.
Unless…unless the blade he was stabbed with was enchanted. Though even my enchanted dagger doesn’t have this kind of lasting effect. It hurts, causes pain to ripple through whatever I’ve stabbed. It will delay the healing process for vampires but not like this.
My lips part and I gasp, springing into action. I grab someone’s sweater that’s hanging on the back of the desk chair. It’s light pink, designer, and probably Eliza’s.
“The dagger,” I stammer and ball up the sweater, using it to put pressure on the wound. “It…it might be enchanted, and that’s why you’re not healing.”
“It didn’t feel enchanted,” Lucas says through gritted teeth.
I drop to my knees, willing myself not to pass out, and carefully pull back the sweater, needing to see the damage. My hands are shaking, my heart is racing, and my stomach is in knots.
Lucas stood there and peacefully took a slash across the stomach to make a point that humans attack vampires and it’s not always the other way around. Normally, this wouldn’t be a big deal. The guy took two bullets to the chest for me and was healed and ready for action within minutes.
We assumed the same would happen and the protester would be arrested. But this…this wasn’t supposed to go like this. He was supposed to heal, be annoyed his shirt was bloody and torn, and we’d go about our night.
“I don’t understand,” I say, voice tight. Every inch of me trembles, and my mind jumps to worst-case scenario in two seconds flat. “Why aren’t you healing?” The blade was sharp and sliced right across several inches of Lucas’s skin, right down to the muscle. I get hit with another wave of dizziness when I see the wound, and I feel rage building inside of me. The lights above us start to flicker, and magic sizzles around my fingers.
Now’s not the time to lose control of my powers. Taking a deep breath, I move the sweater back and hold my hand over the wound.
“Heal,” I demand, trying to force myself to use my angelic powers. I have no idea how to access that side of me. Every time I’ve tapped into those powers, it’s been on accident and out of desperation.
I’ve never been as desperate as I am now.
“Heal!”
Nothing happens.
“Heal!”
Blue energy sizzles brighter around my fingers, burning Lucas’s skin. He winces and jerks back. I pull my hand back, eyes wide. Usually he likes when I zap him with magic. It’s a turn-on, a weird sort of kink, if you will, since he heals instantly.
But now he has a nasty-looking burn above the slice on his stomach.
“I’m so sorry,” I blurt as tears fill my eyes.
“It’s okay,” he grunts.
I stand there, horrified, staring at him, at my husband, afraid that if I try to heal him again I’ll just hurt him more. Tremors plague my entire body, and I have no idea what to do.
I can’t heal him, and it’s not like I can take him to the hospital.
Panic spreads through me, hitting every nerve in my body and causing my hands to tremble even more. I can’t lose Lucas.
“Can vampires bleed to death?” I ask, words coming up like vomit. There’s a good chance actual vomit is going to follow.
“I…I don’t know,” Lucas tells me and looks up, blue eyes meeting mine. “I’ve never heard of a vampire getting injured and bleeding like this. We…we heal. But if we lose enough blood, we will die. Vampires have been strung up and drained by humans before. Once all the blood is gone, there’s nothing left to keep us undead.”
His words echo through my head, and the lights flicker again. I grab the sweater once more and press it to his stomach, working hard to keep magic from sparking around my hands. What good is having this fucking divine side when I can’t use my powers?
Julian, if you can hear me…please get your ass down here.
Tears roll down my cheeks, and Lucas reaches down, tipping my chin up.
“Callie,” he says, and I can tell he’s trying to act as if he’s not in pain, as if he can’t feel himself weakening as the blood drips from his body. “It’s going to be okay.”
“Don’t you fucking dare!” I shout at him, tears falling like rain now. People only say that when they know all hope is lost. And hope isn’t lost. I’m not letting anything happen to Lucas.
Michael—Dad—please help!
“I’m not going to bleed to death,” he tells me and urges me up.
“But you’re not healing, Lucas,” I spit as if he’s forgotten. “And if you don’t heal, you’ll continue to bleed. Vampire blood doesn’t clot. You have to heal.” I shuffle closer, pressing the sweater against his stomach. The blood is starting to seep through.
Lucas gently wraps his arm around me, pulling me to him. I expect him to be cold like he always is, but he feels warmer than usual. I don’t have time to even acknowledge how strange that is.
“Abby’s home,” I sa
y, bringing a hand up to wipe away my tears. I end up smearing blood across my cheeks in the process. My thoughts are a jumbled mess, and I can’t get the words out. “We…we…she can, um.”
“Breathe, Callie,” Lucas says calmly.
My eyes flutter shut, and I suck in a breath. “She can stitch you up. Keep you from losing more blood.”
“Good idea.” Lucas nods and pulls his jacket closed, covering up the blood. He holds his hand over the wound, keeping the sweater against it so he doesn’t leave a trail of blood as we walk.
Lucas retracts his fangs and grits his teeth, holding up the front that everything is fine. He does an impressive job, too, saying hello to his employees on the way out.
“Do you want me to get the car?” I ask, pulling the keys out of his pocket.
“Callie,” he says, almost sounding annoyed. “I’m fine.”
“You are so far from fine!” I’m still wrestling with my emotions, unable to keep the tears out of my eyes. I’ve been in bad situations before and will be in bad situations again.
I’ve faced demons and hellfire and a trial with the Grand Coven where the outcome could have been my death by fire. Yet nothing scared me as much as this does.
I can’t lose Lucas.
If I did…no, I can’t even think like that. If I do, I’ll start crying, and Lucas needs me right now.
“We’re not that far,” he counters, and while I could run to the car and speed back faster than it’ll take us to walk at normal speed to it, I don’t want to leave Lucas alone while he’s…he’s…like this.
Whatever it is.
Heart in my throat, I keep a steady hold on Lucas. We make it down half the block before I realize he’s the one holding me, keeping me steady.
“I love you,” I whisper as another tear rolls down my cheek.
“Are you just saying that because you think I’m going to die—for real this time?”
I look up, glaring at the cheeky grin on Lucas’s face. “Not. Funny.”
He chuckles and bends his head down, kissing the top of my head. “I love you, too. And I’m not going to die. Not like this. If I die, it’s going to be way more epic.”
“Stop talking about dying,” I rush out, teeth on the verge of chattering. I’m getting annoyed with him for not taking this seriously, and I know it’s a defense mechanism. It’s easier to be annoyed than terrified.
“I’m not going to die,” he says like he believes it. Then he falters on his next step, and I realize how heavy Lucas actually is. There’s no way I can physically hold him up. He’ll crush me.
I throw out my hand, ready to telekinetically stop him from falling, but he recovers, moving with vampire speed.
“Don’t do that,” I say, and this time my teeth do clatter together. “You…you should conserve your energy.”
Lucas doesn’t reply with a witty comeback this time, frightening me even more. Sweat drips down between my breasts, and my heart is hammering so fast in my head I can feel the pounding.
Lucas straightens up and grits his teeth, pushing forward. We shuffle down the sidewalk, and he hunches over from the pain. The blood is seeping through the sweater, through his jacket, and is dripping on the sidewalk now.
Shit.
We need to pick up the pace, but Lucas can’t move any faster. Tears burn in the corners of my eyes, and part of me wants to turn around and run to the front of the bar, finding the asshole who slashed Lucas, and cut him from the inside out.
Let him know how it feels.
My rage makes the streetlight above us glow brighter and brighter, until the bulb explodes. Another couple who’s walking the opposite way down the street startles and jumps, bumping into us.
“Sorry,” the guy says and lowers his eyes to Lucas’s stomach. “Whoa, you okay?”
Lucas looks up, making eye contact. “I am fine. You didn’t see anything. Keep walking.”
The guy looks at Lucas like he’s crazy. “You don’t look fine, buddy. Did the glass from the light hit you? You could sue the city, you know.”
Shock takes over Lucas’s face, and he leans back against me. He’s not healing, and he can’t hold anyone spellbound? What the fuck is happening?
“He’s fine,” I growl, and my eyes flash blue.
“What the hell?” The guy scrambles back and scurries away, pulling his date along with him.
“Callie,” Lucas pants. “What…what’s happening? I…I don’t feel well,” he says, looking puzzled at his own words. “I haven’t felt anything but good in over a thousand years.”
“You’re going to be okay,” I say, and my voice breaks. I hate that it feels like I’m lying. Hands shaking, I wrap my arm around his waist, putting pressure on the wound. Tears blur my eyes, and my mind gets ahead of me.
What if Abby can’t stitch him up? Will he bleed until there’s nothing left? Can I bring him enough blood to replace what he’s lost? I’ll start with letting him drink as much as he needs from me and then…and then…I don’t know.
But I’ll go pull the first warm human off the streets if I have to. I’ll cast a spell on them and let them stand there willingly as Lucas drains them dry. I’ll do anything to save Lucas.
The thought should scare me.
Should shake me to my core.
I’m nothing like my uncle—like Lucifer—and I’m not a killer.
But right now…right now, I’d sacrifice anything—and anyone—if it saved Lucas.
No matter the cost.
Chapter 2
“Easy,” I say and reach for the car door. My fingers, covered in blood, slip off the handle. I wipe them on my pants and reach for it again, this time yanking it open. I’m shaking, trying hard to hold it all together. If I come apart…no, I can’t think like that.
Lucas is going to be okay.
I’ll figure out what’s happening.
I’ll make him better.
I’ll do anything.
Lucas hefts into the car, wincing with each movement. “I’m going to be pissed,” he starts, stopping and closing his eyes, and he presses his hand against his stomach, “if the blood doesn’t come out of the leather.”
“Seriously?” I close his door once he’s in and run around to the other side of the McLaren. I’ve never driven this thing and was too afraid to take it out before.
“Yes, seriously,” he pants. “It was a custom order. It took forever to come in.”
I wish the annoyance would come back, but seeing him looking paler than normal is sending me into a full-on panic. I look around for the start button, expecting it to be right by the steering wheel like it is in my Grand Cherokee.
“Here,” Lucas says, feebly pointing to it. I step on the brake and start the car, feeling the engine roar to life.
“I’m sorry,” Lucas says and goes to pat the dash of his car but stops himself once he realizes he’s going to get blood on it. I forget to put the car in drive when I step on the brake, and a group of people who stopped to admire the car when the engine started cheer.
“Breathe, Callie,” Lucas says again and reaches over, putting his hand on my thigh.
“I don’t remember how,” I rush out, tears streaming down my face.
“You have to breathe. One of us has to, after all.”
I squeeze my eyes closed again and force myself to take a deep breath. Dad, can you hear me? I need your help. Please! Lucas is in trouble, and I need you to save him.
I open my eyes, hoping to see my father standing before us, but no one is there. Instead, I see the people on the sidewalk talking selfies with the car in the background. Thank goodness for the tinted windows.
I take a quick look in the mirror and then shift into drive, waiting a beat for a car to pass before pulling out onto the street. We’re not far from Abby’s house, and I speed as fast as I can, all the while willing there to be a spot in front of her house.
A car is pulling away just as we pull up, and I snag the spot across the street from my sister’s large
house, slamming on the brakes and making Lucas lurch forward.
“I’m sorry,” I blurt.
“Callie,” Lucas starts, sounding so weak. I put the car in park, and Lucas presses the button to stop the engine.
“Stay put,” I tell him and race around the car. He’s already trying to get out and seems more concerned with not getting blood all over his expensive car than the actual pain.
Until he gets out.
Then he winces and wobbles on his feet.
“You need blood,” I tell him.
“Yeah,” he agrees and wraps his arm around me, holding onto me for support. I telekinetically throw open the gate leading to Abby’s porch and help Lucas up the stairs.
“Abby!” I yell as I ring the doorbell. “Abby!”
“She’s coming through the hall,” Lucas tells me, able to hear much better than I can. The locks shoot back, and Abby opens the door.
“Callie!” she exclaims. “What the hell happened?”
“Lucas got stabbed and he’s not healing!” I’m able to keep from crying now. “I…I don’t know what to do. But you’re…you’re a doctor and…and…” I cut off, words swallowed by sobs.
“Come in,” Abby says, reaching for Lucas’s arm. We step in and she closes the door behind us. With wide eyes, she looks Lucas up and down, going into ER doctor mode. “Come into the living room.” She rushes forward and grabs a big blue blanket off the couch, shaking it out and then spreading it over the cushions. “Lay down.”
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