Prophecy

Chapter 66: Flying

*Xavia's POV*

After I coughed up some of the black ooze, I drifted in and out of consciousness. The world around me was a blur of fading light and shadows. My vision flickered, and the disorienting state made it difficult to grasp reality. The Pestilence poison was infecting my body again, and though it wasn't as bad as before, it still caused significant trauma and a lot of pain.

Through the disoriented haze, I caught sight of Grace, my beloved mate. She carried the angel out of the house with such strength and determination that it shocked me. I could feel the protective barrier she had placed around me. Its warmth and strength kept me safe. It was then that I realized how much her power was continuously growing.

She wasn't even in the apartment anymore, and the barrier held firm and steadfast. Regardless, it was comforting, but I knew I still needed her. The plague-infested poison was coursing through my veins, and the pain was becoming pretty unbearable like before. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the passing of time, hoping for any sort of relief.

When I opened them again, I found Grace kneeling beside me.

Her gaze locked with mine.

"Missed you... Pestilence poison again," I whispered; my voice was weak yet full of adoration and hope now that my mate was back and by my side.

Grace's arms wrapped around me as she gently lifted me, carrying me back into the bedroom with care. As my mate walked the few steps to reach the room, I felt at peace; her warmth enveloped my soul with undying love. No matter what happened from that moment on, I knew in my soul that I would be okay. She laid me down on the bed and ensured I was comfortable before doing anything else or leaving my side.

Then, once she was done, she spoke to me.

Her voice was soft and reassuring as she said, "I know, love. I'll fix you right up, don't worry."

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect... myself..." I murmured, feeling a pang of guilt for seemingly always needing her to save me.

"Shhh, relax, love. I've got you," she whispered, soothing my troubled heart.

A small smile tugged at my lips, but it was soon followed by a painful cough that had me clutching my chest.

"How?" I asked, my curiosity piqued despite the pain.

"My father told me how to help you if this should ever happen again," Grace explained, her voice steady. "But I need you to relax and sleep. The dose you were poisoned with wasn't as bad as the one you had from the source, so... you don't need to be unconscious. I must give you my blood again, but before I do that, I have to infuse my divine light into it."

After she explained that, my mate put her hand on the side of my face and looked into my eyes. Before slipping away to prepare the blood that would save me, Grace leaned in, her lips brushing mine in a tender kiss.

I had missed that feeling, and...

I wanted more of it.

My injuries be damned.

When she pulled back, she kissed my forehead softly, and with a promise, she said, "I'll be right back."

I watched her move with purpose, heading into the kitchen to retrieve two large glasses, one with a straw. When she came back into the room, Grace sat beside me. Then, she slit her wrist with a talon, the action precise and deliberate, and filled the glass with her blood. As she dipped her finger into the liquid, her eyes began to shine with a brilliant golden light, leaving me in complete awe.

After a few minutes, the blood took on a golden hue. That seemed to be what was needed because she held that same cup with the straw up to my lips.

"Drink up, beautiful," she urged gently.