My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 60

I gasped while my hammering heart constantly reminded me how close I was to a state of complete panic. Yet, I needed to focus. I had to clear my mind and force some logic and rationality into my actions.

"Stop the car," I commanded firmly.

"I thought I told you, we have no time for it," Sariel grunted.

"You look like you are going to lose consciousness any second, so stop the damn car!" I roared.

"And who is going to drive?!" he fumed.

"I will," I stated, composedly.

"Do you even have a driving license?" He smirked.

"No, but I know how to drive," I replied confidently.

He sneered and kept driving. It seemed like he put so much confidence in his abilities that he had never even considered that he might need help from someone else. I had to take a different approach.

"Have you called Leo? Have you told him that you found me?" I asked, knowing that he would rather contact his right-hand man.

"No," he responded unwillingly, "I mean, I did call him, but he didn't answer the phone."

"What?!" I called out, startled.

He shrugged as if it didn't matter, but I figured that he had just shaken off everything else, aside from the fact that he needed to get treatment at the castle as soon as possible. However, I found that fact completely odd.

"The most devoted to you person doesn't pick up his phone, and you think it's not a big deal?!" I burst out.

"I'll call him when I need him," he muttered, irked.

"Call him now," I hissed.

"Call him yourself." He shrugged, pulling out his phone and giving it to me.

I swear I wanted to punch him just to crush his overgrown ego. I took a closer look at him; he looked worse than before. The poison was acting fast. Sariel's phone was unlocked. The time popped out on the screen. It was 8 PM. Right below the time, there was another, more alarming piece of information: it was the full moon tonight. I gulped. My hands were shaking, but I took a deep breath and called Mr. Gotha. He didn't answer… again.

"Something must have happened at the castle. I'm sure of it," I said worryingly, and I looked at Sariel.

"Nothing's wrong. Leo is the most capable person I know. Whatever the problem is, he will deal with it," he said, but his current expression seemed less confident than before.

"He might be capable, but he is not invincible," I grunted.

He sighed heavily. I knew he shared my concerns, but he chose to remain silent. He sped up even more. We were going over 110 miles per hour. I trusted Sariel's driving abilities, but his condition was getting worse by the minute. He was determined to get back to the castle, but I didn't even know how far we were, or how long it was going to take.

Suddenly, we passed the road sign, and I froze. I glanced at Sariel in disbelief. Seriously, I wanted to strangle him.

"We are three hundred miles from New Argent City!" I called out, "There is no way you are going to get there in that state by yourself, and definitely not within an hour!"

He looked into my eyes. His expression seemed too weak to hold anger. My heart ached merely at the sight of his condition being overtaken by the poison.

"Sariel… please. Pull over. We need to find some other way to help you," I said, barely keeping my voice from trembling.

"Fine…" he mumbled and pulled over at the side of the road.

I sighed in relief. He turned off the engine and leaned his back against the driver's seat. The faint, blue lines found their way up to his face. He was breathing heavily and was nearly unconscious. I gritted my teeth, knowing that in my veins I held the cure to his condition, the one cure he kept refusing to take…

I got out of the car and tried my luck with calling Leo once more. Still, there was no answer. He was Sariel's general, and as far as I knew, the only person who was allowed to contact Sariel directly. Well, I couldn't blame the Duke of Calver, future King of Vampires, for having trust issues, especially with so many enemies that clearly wanted him dead. Nonetheless, I really started to hate the fact that on his phone, he had no other numbers from anyone within his household except for Mr. Gotha.