already concluded that her friend was a liability, too. It was clear that he agreed with the position of confining her, then killing her.
“I can’t believe I ever thought you people were any better than the dregs of humanity. None of this is Jessie’s fault. It was your enemies who did this, yet not one of you is willing to fight for her life. Her condition is a forgone conclusion to you. Well, I refuse to believe there is no hope, and I will not allow anything to happen to her,” she declared, wishing she was standing on her own to make a better stance. It burned even further that in the state she was in, Cailyn wasn’t going to be able to stop anyone from harming Jessie.
Zander placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Calm down, puithar . No one is going to harm her, but I have to tell you that in all the decades of research, our scientists have no’ been able to find a way to deal with skirm venom, let alone reverse the effects of an archdemon bite,” Zander explained. The pity in his eyes told her that he believed Jessie would eventually need to be killed. Not going to happen.
“But we’ve never seen a female changed before either,” Jace added. “Perhaps the process is different with females. Look at her neck. The bite is tinged blue around the edges rather than black. Her blood is still red, and from the brief scan I did, her brainwaves are active and normal, if not enhanced. Now, I haven’t done a thorough exam, but every indication shows that she is not developing in the same pattern as a male skirm, at least not physically.” Jace had turned so he was facing Bhric and Jessie. Cailyn reached out and grabbed Jessie’s limp hand, hating the way her twitching was becoming more pronounced.
Jace shifted Cailyn gently and ran his hand down her arm. Cailyn shivered from the pain his movement caused her, as well as the intense arousal from his touch. Dazed, she watched as he opened Jessie’s mouth and examined her teeth. “Her incisors are loosened so I do believe she will grow fangs. The question is, what we will face when her transition is completed?”
Cailyn refused to believe Jessie was becoming a mindless demon minion. “It can’t be too late to reverse this. She’s not aware of your realm, or that supernaturals even exist. And now she’s going to have fangs? She’s going to have to drink blood for God’s sakes!” she said, her fear for Jessie sharp and pointed. Once again, Cailyn blamed herself for her friend’s condition. If she hadn’t asked Jessie to pick her up from the airport, her friend would be sleeping safe and sound in her bed. Right then, she hated herself for being so materialistic that she had refused to park her Mercedes at the airport. It all seemed so unimportant now.
“Jace is right, they havena turned a female before. I always assumed females died if they were envenomated. I understand your concern for your friend, Cailyn, but I canna allow her to be free in the house until we understand this more. It is my duty to see to Elsie’s and your protection, and I willna place either of you in unnecessary risk.”
Cailyn noted the way Jace stiffened at Zander’s words, and was curious as to why. She wondered if he too bristled at the King’s dominance. It took great effort for Cailyn to step back and consider the danger she was in. She had seen what the skirm were capable of, and didn’t want to place anyone else in that position. But what were they going to do?
As Cailyn contemplated how to protect Jessie, she watched as her friend’s skin suddenly smoothed, and any fat she had disappeared, replaced by muscle. She could become the threat they feared. Could Jessie rip out someone’s throat and suck the life from them? The Jessie Cailyn knew was too kind hearted and caring to become that being. But no one understood exactly what Jessie was becoming, they said so themselves. Jace had already seen differences in Jessie. That didn’t mean Cailyn was going to accept that