Ian woke with a start, as the evening shadows began to lengthen across his room. He rubbed at his temples, eyes tracing the familiar cracks on the ceiling.
Pushing himself upright, he was greeted by a voice, “How are you feeling?”
It was Beck, his expression a mosaic of concern. Just as Beck braced for Ian to revert to the mental capacity of a toddler, Ian exhaled softly and shook his head, “I’m fine. How’s Maja?”
He could respond coherently and remembered Maja?
Beck was taken aback, then relieved.
“You’re in Greenfield. Maja’s at Greenfield Gardens, resting up for the baby. Everyone in Cania has been searching for you, turning every stone.”
Ian’s gaze swept the hospital room, finding it empty.
“Where is she?”
Maja was his primary concern.
“She’s resting. You’re not in shape to see her yet. I haven’t told her we found you. Her emotions can’t handle the excitement, and I didn’t want to get her hopes up. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah.”
As Ian answered, an itch began to crawl up his throat. It was unreachable, starting deep within him and surfacing like a terrible whisper.
Instinctively, he scratched at his hand, but it was like scratching over a boot – unsatisfying.
A frown creased his forehead as he stopped and turned to Beck.
“What’s happened to me?”
His keen senses had already registered that at one point, he was close to tearing his own skin open to rid himself of the itch.
Beck had finished explaining about Queena’s situation when Ian was about to puke.
“I won’t drink her blood. Lock her up and keep her away from me.”
This craving was a thousand times more potent than any drug, how could he possibly withstand it?
Ian lay back down, “I can handle it. Have Philip and Phil been found? And what about Patric?”
“We’ve got a lead on Phil, which should lead us to Philip. No word on Patric yet.”
Ian leaned back, checking his healing wounds. Standing, he intended to pace the room, but the itching sensation ambushed him from all angles, casting a faint red hue over his skin.
Beck noticed Ian’s distress and moved to help him.
In seconds, Ian’s sweat was rolling down his forehead.
Beck’s heart nearly stopped. It was fortunate enough that Ian hadn’t lost his mind, but now he was still trying to act tough.
“Damn, maybe I should just have Queena brought over.”
The mere thought of blood made Ian nauseous, let alone that of a detested individual.
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What is wrong that the author has not updated this novel in over a month or is there somewhere else that I can continue reading the novel from chapter 1951 upwards? Do tell, please. Thanks....
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Author, why are there no updates after almost 2 weeks? What's going on with the updates,Author? Do update soon....
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Playing too much with my emotions. It’s been 9 days and no updates. What is going on with Fitch and Zoey?...
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Why are there no updates yet, Author. We've all been waitibg for quite a while now. Please, update soon, Author. Thanks....
Author, my thoughts on the book. When are You going to write on Cornelia and Omar Casson's romance? You made no mention, describing in detail how Maja and Uan's white wedding ceremony went. Also, you didn't write on Carol's baby delivery. What about Tyler's romance. Is there closure on Phelps Herrington being truly certified dead, so also his twin brother? Dylan's research institute "little girl", what became of her and Dylan's romance? Beck's blind dates, what were the results, is he married now, so also Dylan to his "little girl"? Why hasn't Ian's father- Steven come forward to meet Maja's parents as the in-laws meeting each other especially with his supposed past with Lillian; Maja's mother. I hope I won't remain curious for too long on the aforementioned issues, Author. Thanks for doing a good job on Zoey and Fitch's romance, though. Kudos....