A Blood Heir

Chapter 7- The Questioning

“You are finally awake.” Maya heard an unfamiliar male voice as her eyes fluttered. Slowly, they fell open, allowing the light to fill her vision.

Where was she?

She blinked several times trying to rid herself of the confusion. She studied her surroundings, taking in the large room with numerous hospital beds lined on either side of the walls leaving a path at the centre. Small high-end windows lined the walls sipping in numerous sun rays letting Maya know that it was at the peak of the day.

What was the last thing she remembered? She pinched her eyes, forcing the memories to come back.

Angry soldiers… holding huge swords… and coming towards them…

She jerked up. Her heart hit her chest so hard she thought it would come out. “Lockie!” Her eyes frantically darted around the room. “Tavish!” There was no one else on the other beds? Could those soldiers have killed them? No. Why would they do that? They’d done nothing wrong.

She turned to the man and woman standing on one side of her bed. “Where are Lockie and Tavish?”

She held her breath as she waited for an answer. Dressed in white tights, a floral collar lace-up long-sleeved shirt with a corset, a dagger and a sword hanging from her belt, the woman looked like she was ready to start a fight. And with the way she was glaring at Maya, there was no doubt killing people was a sport she enjoyed.

Maya’s eyes shifted to the man. He was smiling. This was a good sign. “Where is my brother?” Her voice was desperate.

“They are okay. We’ve never had humans on Krystan so they need to answer a few questions before we decide you aren’t a threat.”

Her shoulder fell as she let out a heavy sigh.

“You, the King, and Cade are crazy.” The woman spat out. “The humans tried to steal the Mother Crystal. They are clearly a threat.”

Maya flushed her with an angry look. “We didn’t try to steal anything.” Glancing at the nice man, she said, “I swear.”

“Evera,” the man glanced over his shoulder. “Could you go tell them she is awake?” Her frown grew, for a second, Maya thought she wouldn’t oblige. But soon she was reduced to thin air. The man then turned his attention to her, “How are you feeling?”

“I-I’m...” She tried to feel any abnormalities in her body. There was none. “F-Fine.” She didn’t understand why she’d passed out or the sudden exhaustion she felt after the images came flooding.

“That’s good,” he sunk on the wooded seat at the side of her bed.

“Can I go to them?” Maya asked.

“You will. When our King allows it.”

“But you said they were just answering a few questions. Are they prisoners?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“What!” She swung her feet off the bed. “Take me to them.”

He shook his head. “I can’t.”

She stood up. “Then take me to your King.”

“He is…”

“I see stubbornness runs in the family,” the deep male voice came from behind her. Slowly, she spun around to meet two male figures standing on the path between her bed and the opposite one. With certainty, she knew the voice had come from the dark-skinned one. Only a person with that powerful presence could possess such a voice. There was something about him that seemed to suck every ounce of air in the room. The blonde was equally well built but was nothing compared to this man.