My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 79

I was one step away from losing my sanity. I ran out of my chamber and ran straight to the south wing, where I knew I would find Martha. As soon as I saw her sitting in the corridor, right outside the kitchen, I sighed in relief.

"Martha, please… Call Doctor William Duarte and ask him to come. Tell him it is urgent," I said while panting heavily.

Martha jumped up from her seat and started frantically looking me up and down, searching for signs of any injury.

"A-are you sick? Do you have a fever? Are you hurt anywhere?" she asked feverish questions while walking around me.

"No," I said firmly, "Just do as I said. Quickly, Martha. This is important."

She nodded and ran somewhere to make a call. I exhaled heavily and walked back to my room, hoping that Will would take my request seriously and show up as soon as possible. As soon as I closed my door, I started wondering if I should try testing my strength as well. I somehow managed to smash the glass in my hand, and I lifted heavy boxes of documents without any problem…

"Should I try lifting the closet or something?" I wondered, looking around the room.

I walked closer to the antique wardrobe and reached out my hands to grab it, but then hesitated. What if I had become stronger? I didn't even know how strong I was or if I could control this strength. I instantly imagined myself turning into a Hulk-like creature, crashing the furniture I wanted to move.

"This is ridiculous, Lilith." I tried to direct my mind towards rational thinking. "Sit and wait for Will. Don't do anything stupid in the meantime," I lectured myself.

I sat on the bed and nervously stared at the clock. I would most likely lose my mind if Will decided to delay his visit to the castle. I couldn't describe how happy and relieved I was when I saw him standing at my door.

"What is going on? Are you hurt?" He rushed to my bed and immediately started examining my body. "Martha said that it's something serious…"

"It is serious." I nodded, then I ran to close the door behind him.

"You don't look injured," he said, looking me up and down.

"I'm not injured. That's the point," I sighed, taking the knife from the table.

Will looked at me curiously, "Are you going to stab me or something?" he chuckled.

"It's not for you, it's for me," I replied, then swung the knife along the skin on my palm, making a wide cut.

As the smell of my blood reached Will's nose, his fangs came out in an instant.

"What the hell are you doing?!" he called out, covering his mouth and trying to hide his instinctive reaction. Then he headed towards me, pulling out a tissue from his pocket to stop the bleeding.

I gestured to stop him then stretched out my bleeding hand in front of him, "Watch closely."

I could see him raising his eyebrows as the wound on my hand healed itself. He looked at me suspiciously.

"When was the last time you drank Sariel's blood?" he frowned.

"Two nights ago," I answered, "He let me drink a few drops to heal the cut on my cheek."

Will rested his arms on the back of the nearest chair and then sat down. He kept his eyes locked on my hand while a thousand question marks appeared on his face.

"Could I be still affected by his blood?" I asked, putting all of my hope in him.

"Impossible…" he muttered.