deadly night shade 13

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The Light of Hope
Windfire woke up, surprised when she didn’t feel any pain as she took in a deep breath, or moved at all in that case. She eased open her enigmatic eyes and spotted Shade, sitting Indian style at the foot of the bed, facing her, with his nose in a thick book. “Night Shade…” she whispered.
“Huh?” he glanced up and smiled, “You’re awake…”
“W-what happened?” she asked, remembering the giant horned demon that gave them one hell of a fight.
“I killed it,” he replied flatly, still smiling.
“The girls…and Raven…” she added quickly.
“Shh, don’t worry. Roy and Rich have been helping me take care of you,” he said soothingly.
“Take care of…”
“You all got hurt pretty badly, but that’s nothing the Book of Shadows can’t cure,” he said with a sheepish grin.
“You’re touching my book!” she sat up and reached for him.
Shade closed the book and crawled to her, kissing her lips gently. “Yes, I can touch the book,” he said softly.
“Why don’t I feel the pain of my injury and fatigue?” she gasped.
“Because I found a salve to prevent that,” Shade whispered.
“How long have we been…” Windfire trialed off.
“A week tomorrow,” Shade replied.
“You’ve been here for that long?”
“I’m sure as hell not leaving you alone when you’re in need of a deep resting time,” Shade retorted.
“How are the others?” she asked.
“Ravenwater is up, slowly getting used to moving about again and the other girls are still bed-ridden,” Shade frowned. “I was just looking to see if there was something I could whip up to try and help them.”
“You really are a human again…” she smiled.
“I am,” Shade nodded. “But how did you know that again? You said something about me feeling lighter….”
Windfire smiled, “You were much heavier when you were fighting with the warlock demon. It’s like…the darkness in your soul being gone made you lighter. I don’t know…”
“I know what you mean,” he smiled, still finding himself mesmerized by her unmatched beauty.
“You look like you want to say something…”
“Is that engagement still on? Because I’d love nothing more than to be yours…” he found himself blushing at his own proposal.
“I would love that, too,” she replied.
“Good,” Shade slipped the ring from his left index finger and dropped it into her palm. The ring immediately took its previous shape and color in her hand, “It looks much better on you, anyway.”
“Don’t stop being a warlock,” she begged,
Shade’s cheeks flushed red, “Do you like this? Me being a warlock and all?”
She smirked, “Let’s just say…antagonistic things are simply…mouth-watering.”