Jalia At Bay (Book 4) (31 page)

“Jalia, I …”

“No one knows she is injured. No one will betray your secret. You have to believe you can do this. All I ask; is that you try.”

Daniel sighed and Jalia dropped her hands. He walked into the cabin and closed the door.

Hala stirred as Daniel entered the room. The bolt was still lodged deep inside her. She and Jalia knew she would die in minutes once it was removed. Hala looked at Daniel and smiled.

“I’m glad I get to see you one last time before I die.”

Daniel sat beside her, pulling a stool up to the side of the bunk. He placed his hand on hers and squeezed gently.

“The dragon told me that my father was not my real father. That my true father was the last of the Magician Kings, still running and hiding from the Fairie, a dozen centuries after the war ended.”

“That’s a nice story,” Hala said faintly. “I don’t believe in dragons or the Fairie.”

“Jalia thinks I can heal you; but I don’t know how,” Daniel continued. “She might be right, but, I don’t know how to get the magic to work.”

“Pull the bolt out, Daniel. It hurts so much that I can’t stand it anymore. Pull it out and hold me close while I die.”

Daniel nodded and stood to grip the end of the bolt in his hand. Hala tensed as waves of pain ran through her.

“Do it, Daniel,” Hala hissed.

Daniel pulled at the bolt with all his strength.

The End

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