The private medical wing of Bloodmoon Citadel had a very weird smell and almost made me regret my decision of coming over.
Dr. Elena sat at her desk, calmly wiping her gold-rimmed spectacles with a silk cloth. On the examination table, I sat clutching my silk robe tightly around my chest, my legs dangling off the edge, staring at her as if she were holding a lit fuse.
Diego stood beside me, looking as though he were preparing to face an invading army. His hand rested flat against my shoulder and his fingers dug into the fabric with a grip so intense it was nearly cutting off my circulation.
"Well, Elena?" he prodded impatiently. "Speak. Is it a bloodline curse? A lingering reaction to Silas's rejection?"
Dr. Elena sighed, setting her spectacles back onto her nose. She picked up a thick
