Enchanted Tattoos -CLOSED
Derek nodded and kissed the side of her face. “It’s going to be alright. I promise…” He grabbed the salve he had last night and moved to rub it on her back, letting it cool her skin. “Sophia, breathe darling. Breathe…I need…an explanation. What are you going on about?”
Worry set in and he felt his stomach clench. His mate was hurting and he wasn’t happy about it. Derek wiped at her forehead and rocked her gently, closing his eyes.
One breath, then another. Inhale in, exhale out. " Spells, Derek. " she whispered softly, her eyes meeting his. So tired..she wanted to sleep. She felt something cool on her back, and turned her head to see, and was able to turn her neck a bit farther than normal. Salve. Wing patterns on her back.
Turning back to Derek, Sophia could have cried with relief. The salve was easing the sting, soothing the fire under her skin. " All night. I was so angry. I called upon the Mother to give us strength. You to heal from Le Barons. For protection - the strongest spells I knew. I forgot one thing..that I knew all the spells...even the oldest ones.."
Sophia was referring to the massacre in Toulon. The one that drove her to New Orleans, and eventually into Derek's path. With each member of her coven that she had buried, their spells and secrets became hers as she had consecrated them to the earth, to the Mother. In her desire to protect Derek, to save him from the marks on his chest, she had used powerful magic to give her mate the strength to heal from Le Barons. to never be so vulnerable again.
" You slept for a long time like you were dead. I feared for you..I thought if I touched the wounds, I could speed the healing..." she sighed softly. " Fugu..it is triggering my own reactions to the curse. I am not as I was," Her words were slurring, she was so tired. Looking up at Derek, her eyes were barely open. " I will be fine. Better. I swear it."
