I fell ill the very next day.
My father sent for two physicians. The first declared I had a severe case of the flu. The other suggested I caught pneumonia from the home of the Drakii.
My father read a paper beside me, refusing to leave my side. Written on the front of the paper were the words; ‘RICHARD HUNTER’S GRANDDAUGHTER RETURNED. WAR AVERTED.’
Goldie sat at my dresser, sparing glances at my father every second, urging him with her eyes to leave. He did not leave and he showed no sign of leaving anytime soon. He too wanted Goldie gone, seeking to be alone with me.
My throat was parched, my skin hot, body burning from the inside out. Perhaps, it was the reason the first physician said I had come down with the flu. The reason my father refused to leave my side. I could imagine th
