BloodStone: Ice (Book 1)(Completed)

Chapter 28

Phillipe had been more than a little disgruntled when Cella had insisted he let her go to the hospital alone. He had let her be alone while she was with the twins, but he really wanted to spend as much time as he could with her before she left. Instead she had relegated him to the task of sorting through the vampire's horde they had brought back that morning. Insisting that her buyer in New Orleans not be the one to deal with it since the horde rightfully belonged to the hunters there in Texas. She wouldn't even let him set aside a cut for herself either. She had only asked for a single bar of the silver for Quintus.

He had been surprised at the amount of silver bars they had found, almost an entire chest full, but she hadn't. Vampires never touched silver. It would kill them slowly and very painfully if they got it into their bloodstream. She had tried to explain to him about the alchemical use of silver in spell work, but she had lost him once she started to discuss the chemical properties. He had had no idea that she knew so much about chemistry or science. And it only served to prove to him how much more he wanted to know about her. And how little time he had.

So he was still sorting through gemstones with Marcus when she entered the recreational room a few hours later. She looked utterly beautiful in her light blue dress with her now white hair. He was dying to ask her about what was changing her hair so drastically. It was making her look even more fey and more breathtaking. Two qualities that were killing him.

But she looked so pale at the same time. Her eyes looked strained as she smiled at them.

He went to her immediately.

"Cella, cara mia. You look tired. You need to rest."

"No, I need to go lay in the river again." She said softly. He could see her skin looked almost translucent again. And slightly dry.

"What have you been doing to yourself?" He wanted to take her hand and help her sit down. But he knew she would never allow that.

"I was checking over Michael. I think he'll be alright. I need to call his girlfriend though. He wants her here." She sat down finally, next to Marcus. Across from where he had just been sitting. She started to sift through a stack of coins.

"I can take care of that for you Ella." Marcus told her. Giving her a very studied look. Obviously he could tell that she was in need of rest as well.

"She has to be told very carefully. I don't think she knows what he does. I got the impression that she thinks he's some kind of detective." She replied.

"Most likely a private detective. That's the easiest cover story and it's a good job for hunters who need the flexibility." Marcus was matter of fact. Watching her with concern now. He looked at Phillipe and nodded slightly. "I really think you should let Phillipe take you to rest somewhere Ella. We have all of this covered." She grimaced at Marcus, and then gave Phillipe an accusatory glare. He put up his hands to ward her look off.

"It is not my fault that you look exhausted, bella."

"Fine." She replied curtly. "I'll go back to the river now and then hit the bed early. Will that make you two mother hens happy?" Marcus burst out laughing.