Chapter 7
Zoey
I couldn't hold it back. I screamed. "Go!" said Darius, and immediately my wound was being pressed on with gauze.
I whimpered as Stark held me down and told me it would be all right. They sat me up and Darius began wrapping a long bandage around my torso. I felt faint and they had to hold me upright. "Okay," I whispered. "I'm okay." Just as they let go, I pitched forward and they brought me back up.
"Perhaps it would be best if the Priestess had time to rest. Not by herself, of course," said Darius. Damien said something softly to Darius, but he was far away from me, so I couldn't hear him. "Yes," said Darius. "That would help. Stark," he said, turning to face my Guardian. "Does Zoey have your permission to drink from you?"
"Whoa, wait, hold up," I said.
"Of course she does," said Stark. "Anything I can give her."
"Wait, you want me to drink from Stark? I mean, I don't have anything against drinking from him, but he just got back from the Otherworld, like me. Shouldn't he heal first? Can't I just have a blood baggie?"
"They are not as rich in nutrients as fresh blood is. We don't have any humans besides Aphrodite at the second and I don't think she'd let you drink from her. Besides, your connection is deep. You should draw energy from his blood and he should draw energy from knowing that you are well again."
"Well…" When he put it like that, I couldn't refuse. I hadn't had blood since Heath died and I was feeling faint. It would be a comfort for me to drink from Stark. "All right, I guess."
"Okay. Stark, Priestess, we bid you good night." Stark swept me up in his arms and carried me up to my room.