“He’s not talking,” Emma admitted. “He’s just sitting there looking like Pax.”
Her heart hurt. “They have him in a cell?” Hope had to talk to him. None of what had happened made sense. Paxton, her best friend for life, wouldn’t have betrayed her like this. Something was off. It had to be.
“Oh yeah,” Emma said. “He’s definitely in a cell.”
Hope didn’t know how to ask the question, but she’d never shied away from the truth. “Are they going to torture him?”
“I hope not.” Emma’s brow furrowed. “I just can’t believe he’s the one who hacked into Dage’s schedule. It doesn’t make a lick of sense. He probably has it on his Realm app.”
“No, he doesn’t,” Hope said. “We put protocols in place three years ago so only a few of us have Dage’s schedule at any one time. Even my parents don’t have it unless they ask for it.”
Emma’s eyebrows rose. “I didn’t know that.” Not surprising, considering the queen lived in her lab. “I’m glad. Sometimes I worry about Dage.”
“He always worries about you.” Hope forced a smile. “And, Emma?”
“Yes?” Emma reached for Hope’s wrist to take her pulse.
“How much faster did Paxton come out of the drug than I did?”
Emma finished and made a notation on a tablet she kept on the counter. “According to your cousins, Paxton was conscious and swearing at them within two hours.” She scanned Hope’s forehead with a thermometer. “No fever. Apparently, Pax didn’t like the way they trussed him up for the long flight home.”
Hope exhaled slowly and waited until her aunt met her gaze. “I should be stronger than all of them, since I’m the only female vampire in the entire world. I have the blood of almost every species in my veins.” She paused and looked down at the cast and sling holding her arm to her chest. “I can’t believe you set my arm.” She should have been able to heal a simple fracture herself. “Why am I not strong and fast like they are?”
Emma pressed her lips together and studied her. “You still have a lot of time to come into your strength. You’re young yet.”
Hope sat up again. She had to face facts. “I figured I’d gain strength by the time I turn twenty-five next year, but there’s nothing new. I hadn’t realized it fully until I started training with my team. I’m not like them. Plus, you had to actually set this bone.” She said the last on a whisper.
“It’s doubtful you’ll go from where you are now to full immortal vampire strength in just a year,” Emma mused.
Exactly, and it was time to stop waiting to figure out what was wrong with her—especially since this broken bone proved irrevocably that Hope lacked immortal abilities. “That’s unacceptable. If my fate goes anything like my mom’s did, then I’ll need to meet my destiny when I’m twenty-five.” She wasn’t ready.
Emma took a piece of candy out of her pocket and slowly unwrapped it before popping it into her mouth. “We’ve studied your blood your entire life. There’s nothing wrong with you on a genetic or cellular level.”
“Then why do I get sick?”
“It’s a question I’ve been asking since you were born,” Emma said. “Your chromosomal pairs are those of a vampire. Your tissues, blood, muscles, and everything else I’ve ever studied are those of an immortal.”
Yet Hope caught colds, now broke bones that she couldn’t heal, and often suffered from headaches. “I’ve been thinking about this since I formed the squad, and there’s only one theory that really works.”
“After setting your arm, I have a theory too, but I don’t love it,” Emma muttered.
Hope already had an inkling of what that theory would be, but she needed to hear the only doctor she’d ever known say the words. “You know, don’t you?”
“I don’t know anything,” Emma admitted. “However, I have spent decades studying the issue and trying to figure out a way to make you stronger.”
“Why haven’t you ever told me?” Hope asked.
Emma shrugged and chewed on the candy. “Why would I? I didn’t have any hard and fast answers. Hoping that you’d get stronger and be invincible by the time you hit twenty-five seemed to work for both of us. But apparently, we’ve both been ruminating on the problem a lot lately.”
“Ah, crap,” Hope said. “We’re on the same track, aren’t we?”
Emma chuckled. “You haven’t said anything, so I can’t confirm or deny that.”
Hope chewed on her lip, feeling much better now that the IV had dripped whatever magical concoction Emma had created into her veins. Her headache was slowly subsiding. “Liam and Collin have a vampire-demon father and a witch mother.”
“Yep,” Emma said, reaching into her pocket for a piece of candy to toss to Hope.
Hope caught it one-handed. As usual, it was butterscotch. “However,” she continued, “the twins are vampires. They have all the characteristics of vampires, not demons or witches, even though they could’ve easily gone the other way.”
Emma nodded. “Yep. Immortals can only take on one aspect of their heritage. That’s why Derrick is more witch than vampire, even though his father is one of the most powerful vampires alive. His mother’s pretty tough too.”
Hope’s thoughts turned traitorously to Paxton. He was much more a demon than a vampire, which pleased him, since his mom had been a kind demon and his dad an asshole vampire. “So I can only inherit the traits of one part of my entire heritage.”
Emma took out another piece of candy. She was obviously feeling uneasy, or she wouldn’t be pounding candy like a two-year-old. “That’s what I surmise.”
“You know what that means, right?”
“Maybe,” Emma allowed.
Hope just had to say the words out loud. “My traits are those of a human.” Her mother was human while her father had all sorts of interesting ancestors. When humans mated immortals, they always, and that meant always, had immortal children.
“Never in the history of the immortal world have progeny from an immortal ended up human,” Emma said, her tone reassuring but her eyes giving her concern away.
Hope ripped open the paper protecting the candy. “True. But there has never been a female vampire, either.” Vampires only made males. Period. Except for her.
“That’s true,” Emma said.
“So I’m human. Or mostly human.” Hope shoved the treat in her mouth. “What does that mean for me?”
Emma rolled her neck. “Being human isn’t so bad. There are a lot of great ones out there.”
That wasn’t the issue. Hope glanced down again at her offending arm and then back up at her aunt. “Am I even immortal?”
Emma slowly unwrapped another piece of butterscotch candy. “I have absolutely no idea.”
Chapter Six
Paxton sat in the well-guarded cell, his head still pounding from whatever drug had been in those darts. It felt like the backs of his eyeballs were trying to force their way through the front. Even so, he kept a bored expression on his face as he sat on the rough dirt floor. He had to make sure Hope had been able to heal her fractured arm, and so far, nobody would give him the answers he needed.