Chapter 51

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Chapter 51

                “It’s not your fault,” he said weakly.

                “Hey,” Dahlia said, grasping his chin. “Do not go to sleep. Fight through the pain for Sapphire, okay? Don’t you dare die on her like this.”

                She had subconsciously put a little charm into her voice. Fortunately, her words did the trick. Tamarak shook his head a little to wake himself up, nodded and forced his eyes open.

                “Okay,” he said; his voice was slightly stronger now.

                “Good,” Dahlia said, still dabbing at the edge of the wound.

                “Um, Dahlia?” Tamarak asked, looking at the first aid kit.

                “What?” she asked, still concentrating on his wound.

                “Does that look like antibiotics or cough medicine to you?” he asked.

                Dahlia looked back into the first aid kit. Inside the box were several bottles of medicine with human labels. But the liquid within the bottles didn’t look mortal; they were sparkling and bright pink, purple and yellow.

                “I am such an idiot,” Dahlia whispered. “Where else would Dad hide them but in plain sight? I didn’t even look at the medicine because I was so focused on the bandages!”

                “The bandages,” repeated Tamarak slowly. “Dahlia, those bandages are like the ones that Mitchell gave us. They’re the magical ones!”

                “Oh my goodness,” Dahlia whispered. “CEDRIC!”

                Cedric stumbled back into the room, tripping over his feet as he raced back. He grimaced barely managed to regain his balance.

                “What is it?” he asked grimly. “You screamed like a banshee!”

                “I was an idiot!” she said. “Tamarak found the potions in the first aid kit! Where better to hide them but in plain sight?”

                Cedric grinned. “Well, which is which?” he asked, picking up two of the three bottles.

                “Don’t ask me,” Dahlia said, unscrewing the lid of the last and sniffing its contents. “I have no idea how to identify any of Jared’s potions, much less Varmer’s.”

                “Luckily for me, I do,” Tamarak said, grinning as he held out one hand for the bottle that Dahlia had. “After years of living with a healer, I tend to spend a lot of time with her and thus with a certain potion-maker called Jared.”

                Dahlia laughed, handing Tamarak the potion. He glanced at the bottle and swirled its contents around before dripping a little onto his hand and tasting it. He didn’t grimace at the taste; he smiled instead and handed the bottle back to Dahlia.

                “Drip that over my cut,” he told her. “Carefully. Don’t let any of that liquid touch you at all.”

                “Why not?” Dahlia asked, looking at the pink potion.

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