Chapter 621

CHAPTER 121 : THE MARK IS GONE

*Xander*

“Xander!”

I swung wildly into the dark, my clenched fist meeting with the side of someone’s jaw. My knuckles cracked against bone, my skin splitting with the impact. I roared with fury, fear, and pain.

I couldn’t see anything. Why couldn’t I see anything? Someone was holding me down, voices erupting nearby, all around.

“Sedate him–”

“Stick him with that needle, and it’ll be the last thing you ever do!”

Adrian’s voice rang through my ears, and I gasped, bucking against whoever or whatever was holding me down.

“I can’t see,” I rasped, whipping my head from side to side, “Adrian!”

“I’m here, Alpha.” I felt Adrian’s grip on my forearm and momentarily relaxed before reality rushed back to me, taking my breath away.

I thrashed against what felt like several people holding me down, the voices surrounding me now shouting in desperation to be heard.

“Xander, listen to me–”

“Where is Lena? Where–where am I?” I cut Adrian off, unable to hide the panic in my voice.

I felt a gentle touch against my cheek, someone with soft, feminine hands. For a moment I thought it was Lena, my heart skipping a beat and then breaking as someone else’s scent hit me.

“Take a breath,” Rosalie whispered, and I did, my body surrendering to her words while my mind fought against them. She reached to the back of my head and fumbled in my hair for a moment, then I felt fabric slide loose and graze my cheekbones as light flooded my eyelids.

I blinked frantically to adjust to the bright light overhead, some kind of lamp shining directly in my face.

My eyes began to adjust to the light as several shadowed figures hovered over me, their faces blurred and distorted.

“Are you going to freak out if we let you go?” Rosalie asked lightly, her voice warm and motherly as she gently tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear.

I shook my head, or attempted to, the act sending a ripple of searing pain down my spine. I felt everyone holding me down ease up on their grip, and I shot straight upward in a seated position, screaming in agony.

“Damnit–his sutures!”

“Xander, lay back down!”

“Xander, listen to me–”

vision blurred with black spots. I fell back again, panting as heat coursed over my skin. I felt everything–every scratch, every bruise, every

Night Realm–”

was a sleepy child, her touch the only thing keeping me

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

a mouth full of water. I blinked into the light, my vision clearing enough to catch a glimpse of him standing behind several unfamiliar people. He was pressing an ice pack to his jaw,

based on the look in his eyes, I was sure that I’d split my knuckles open on

was nudged hard in the ribs by none other than his mother, who was hovering next to him,

the shredded canvas ceiling. I could see the stars above me, the sky fading into dawn. I was

were narrowed on me, but not in a menacing way. He was

I saw when I looked down at my body. I gasped, then panicked, and hands came flying to hold me down again as I struggled

looked like, and maybe it was a good thing, because when Adrian let go of my arm again I reached up to touch my cheek, then my forehead, and

I’d

blood,” Rosalie said, giving me a weak smile. “It… it kept you

f**k happened? How

a long

careful look, and

f**k is

a male voice

of sight. Through the ringing in my ears, I could hear the sounds of a distant battle.

closed,” Oliver said

“Lena–”

something flashing in his eyes that I didn’t recognize as he held my gaze for a moment longer, then he walked away, pushing through the crowd of

turned to watch Oliver go. Everyone was silent for a moment before the healer cleared his throat. “I really need to continue patching him up,” he said, every word

vampires are

turned his back to us and began rifling through a cart of supplies. “It’s nearly morning. It won’t be much longer

felt a pinch, and Adrian snarled audibly as the healer, who I hadn’t seen step toward me again, retreated a few steps, a syringe in his

Adrian growled,

for this,” the healer

the panic rising in my throat as I painfully turned my head to look

“For what? What–”

body, threatening to take me under. I fought against the darkness creeping into

before I succumbed to sedation, I reached up to touch Lena’s

I met nothing but

“No!”

your eyes, Xander,” Rosalie said,

the anger roiling. Her mark, her mark that had cemented us as

fade. I might have screamed. I

***

one from the man who’d done his best to sew the gaping

new healer, an older woman with a round, somewhat plain face but striking dark brown eyes, only shrugged at my inquiry. “This is war. There is no schedule,” she replied tersely, motioning for me to relax so she could redress the bandages

blood soaked bandages from my chest, revealing deep, jagged

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