Blood on the Tide (Crimson Sails #2) Read Online Katee Robert

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Magic, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Crimson Sails Series by Katee Robert
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Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
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But there is no lack of care when it comes to Maeve. I catch myself staring at her face, clocking the exact tone of her skin to ensure that she’s feeling well. Of measuring the steady beat of her heart for any irregularities. Every time I blink, I see her in that bed, too pale, too still, too lacking in the vivacity that makes Maeve Maeve.

Because of me. Because I lost control and almost damaged someone that I have grown to—No. There’s no use following that train of thought to its natural conclusion.

I step back and allow Maeve to knock gently on the door. A few moments later, a robed figure, this time in light gray, opens it. They have orange eyes as well, though they are faded to a pale color and lined on each side with age. “A vampire and a selkie. What a strange combination. Come in.”

Maeve and I exchange a look. There are plenty of paranormals who can clock me at a glance, but her? With her pelt tucked carefully into her bag, she could be anyone. I have the strangest desire to turn around and hustle Maeve away, but after making such a big deal about getting her to a healer, there’s nothing I can do but follow her inside.

This, at least, is familiar. I may not recognize all the herbs and jars and miscellaneous paraphernalia in the cabinets lining the walls around the room, but I recognize the sensation of a healer’s place. It doesn’t matter what the culture, what the variety of paranormal, what the time or space or anything else—all these spaces have a vaguely similar feel. Dim and soothing and scented with whatever herbs are designed to relax nervous patients. Most people find it comforting. It makes me want to crawl right out of my skin.

Vampires heal at an exponential rate. All I need to recover from even a mortal wound is blood. We don’t have much use for healers, and there’s a complicated history there where a number of them would very much like to poke and prod us to find out if our healing powers can be applied to others in their care.

Personally, I take exception to being poked and prodded.

I stick close to Maeve as we step into the room and follow the healer’s urging to sit on the wide stone bench in the center. They move to stand before us and clasp their hands in front of them. It’s then that I notice the hands themselves, gnarled with age and containing an extra knuckle on each finger. “I’m Rose. Tell me what brought you here today.”

Maeve puts her hand on my thigh before I can say anything. It’s just as well. She gives the healer a sweet smile. “My friend here was a little overzealous in her bite and took too much blood. I’m feeling fine, but it would reassure her if you would check me over.”

“She was unconscious for two days,” I snap.

Rose turns those eyes on me, and it feels like she sees things that I have no intention of sharing. “More than a little overzealous, then.”

Shame heats my skin, but I meet her gaze steadily. “It won’t happen again.”

Rose shrugs. “Young love and lust often make fools of us all. You’ve seen the consequences of that loss of control.” She moves to Maeve and motions with those delicate fingers. “May I?”

Maeve lifts her hand and places it in Rose’s. The healer does something that makes the air sizzle around us. Defining the nature of the magic isn’t a skill set I have, but I’ve been around long enough that I can often figure it out from context clues. Not this time. Instead, I watch Maeve closely, watch for any signs of discomfort or pain.

Instead, she looks almost peaceful. When Rose releases her hand and steps back, Maeve even smiles. Rose clears her throat. “It’s just as you say. There’s nothing else amiss. She just needs plenty of fluids and rest, and a proper meal wouldn’t hurt.”

Maeve turns to me with a victorious smile. “See, I told you so.”

“We can discuss this later.” I rise and reclaim her hand. “What do I owe you?”

“Consider it a gesture of goodwill.” Rose waves away my offer of payment. “I did nothing but the diagnosis, and that hardly took the time that it cost you to take the lift up to me. You can be on your way.”

It’s as clear a dismissal as I’ve ever heard. I start to turn toward the door but pause. “Thank you.” The words feel odd on my tongue. “I appreciate you taking the time to help us.”

Maeve’s smile is brilliant enough to chase away my discomfort at my politeness. Being vicious and cold has always helped me attain my goals. I’ve never tried being nice. I don’t know how. But I’ve made my selkie happy, and that’s more than reason enough to consider doing it again. “Come on. Let’s find you some food.”


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