Chapter 17

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He pushed Drew's hands away and made to pull her blouse off but this time, Drew held his hands and flung him across the room. He just barely managed to land on his feet with a backflip in the air.

"What's your problem? Why do you keep behaving so possessive?" Doyle was frustrated, jealous and angry and he just had to ask the question that had been growing in his head for a few minutes now.

"Because she's mine." Was Drew's only reply and Doyle didn't like it at all.

"What do you mean by she's mine? Is she your bloodmate? No that's impossible, she's..." Doyle was saying but Drew didn't even give him a chance to talk.

"I suspected before but I had no doubts as soon as I sunk my fangs into her neck...she's mine."

Before Doyle could say anything because he was quite speechless because how could Ciara be Drew's if she was evoking these strange feelings in him?

"Move away, I'll do it...that girl is dying and you two are here arguing over nothing, have you forgotten about the effects of concealed heritage mixing with vampire venom or have you forgotten what happened to Sonia?" Meredith sighed and softened her harsh tone. "Both of you move outside, when I find the mark, I'll call you."

"Look for a snowflake, Adrianne's element was snow and look in her upper thighs and by her ribcage." Doyle instructed before walking out of the room.

He refused to look at Drew as they both stood outside the room.

"You just met her, even if there is a bond, the least you could do is just look away from away from it and leave as soon as you can." Drew said quietly.

Even though Doyle was angry at him, he heard the desperate plea in Drew's voice but he could not heed it.

"I'm sorry, I can't do that...I've only ever felt this way about someone before and I have lived without her for centuries. I can't not explore this...Pardon me. You've only lived a hundred years or two right? I'm close to my thousandth year and I have spent the last eight hundred years of my life alone since the woman I loved died." Doyle said making sure his own plea was evident in his own voice.

There was a few minutes of silence and Drew suddenly sighed, then stood to his full height. "Alright then, let's just see her through this period then when she wakes, we leave it for her to decide."

Doyle nodded his agreement and just then Meredith called for him.

He composed himself and was careful how he touched Ciara even when Meredith told him that the mark was on her upper thigh as he had predicted. He placed his hands there and pressed the mark. Though he couldn't see it very clearly, he could see the silver tint of power around the area that would have gone unnoticed by anyone else but a fae. He pressed his hands there and said the words that would release her from the bondage she had been for most of her life.

She jerked forward as if she had been electrocuted and held his hand where it was in her thigh before slumping back to the bed and suddenly a light started to shine from under her skin. Ciara's skin and every part of her took a surreal glow. He couldn't stop staring as he watched the glow fade and her former features slowly enhanced in such a way that it was undeniable that she was fae. She sighed as she slid into a deep sleep.

Doyle slowly climbed off the bed looking at her peaceful face. He turned to face Drew and Meredith. "All we have to do now is wait for her to wake up."

"Do you know when she'll wake up?" Drew asked as they left the room.

"No, she'll wake at her own pace."

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