Inked

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

"Not untils she apologizes," I hissed, my voice sounding like the echoes from within a cave. My grandmother's eyes widened at the sound, her mouth dropping slightly in astonishment.

"You have what your father does not." She whispered, her eyes taking a look at me once more. "Why is his blood so prominent in you?"

My father crept up closer, his eyes pleading, "Keiran."

"Leave him, Raidon." My grandmother hissed, her eyes narrowing. She tapped my hand around her collar, once. Twice. Three times. Then she said, "I apologize, son of my blood. Now let me go."

A mirthless smile spread across my face as I let her go. Not even bothering to set her on the floor before doing so. She was like a cat that lightly touched the floor, never taking her eyes off of me. My wings were still spread across the span of the room, I could not make myself retract them, they stung for some reason.

My grandmother stalked around me, examining my wings with narrowed eyes. Unlike the last time my wings were out, for some reason just the tips of them were bright blue. She paused at this color and reached out to touch it. I flinched away, snapping my wings close to my body at the same time both my father and Zane lunged forward to stop her.

She just narrowed her eyes more until they were nothing but slits. "Your wings hurt when touched?" She muttered as if she understood. When I gave no response, the nod from Zane gave her her answer. "Ah," she whispered, almost too quiet for me to hear. "So it's like that."

"It is like that, Madame." Zane whispered, with his head slightly lowered as if in remorse. My grandmother reached out toward Zane and slapped him up beside the head.

"Zane Ambrose, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Eilianna?" I couldn't contain my chuckle as Zane raised a hand to his head and touched the spot where she had hit. He looked almost astonished that she had hit him. She turned around and looked at me, her gaze falling onto the blue tips of my wings. "What was your name, boy?"

I automatically straightened myself and responded, "Keiran D'Arrow." This woman was terrifying, I realized, once I actually paid attention. Before, I was out of my mind from my powers, but now I could feel a not so subtle pulse of power coming off of her as well. I gripped my hands into fists and winced. Looking down, I found that the hand that I had grabbed her with was deformed and already a nasty purple color. My grandmother noticed and sighed. She moved forward and lightly touched my broken hand, the feel of her fingertips had me flinching.

"Raidon," She sighed, "Fix him please." My father wasted no time and quickly began to heal my hand to it's original form. I could feel his soothing power cascade through my veins as my broken bones began to snap back together. My grandmother stared at me all the while until she smiled an almost pleased smile. "You can call me grand-mère, petit-fils."

Beside me, I felt my father relax. This must have meant that I had been accepted. I was super confused in reality. I had no idea what had just occurred and why she had flipped a total 180. Zane moved warily out from behind her to stand beside my father and I, it looked like to him she was an enemy. A bright enchanting smile lit my grandmother's face, it was alight with mirth and happiness. She twirled around on her feet and plopped down into one of the vacated seats. She patted the area beside her saying, "Come, come, petit-fils."

Raising an eyebrow at her and the seat, I glanced back at my wings, then at my father. He just gave me a look that said he was just as confused as I was. A glance to my left at Zane revealed nothing. Sighing, I stepped forward, my wings taut to my back. I gingerly sat down on the seat, perched just so that my wings touched nothing. My grandmother watched me with a confused look.