Virgin Sacrifice to the Last Lycan - Chapter 175: Chapter 175
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Justin’s POV
Sweet relief washed through me when Helen said she hadn’t slept with anyone else. Beowulf growled out that he didn’t believe her, but I ignored him the way he’d ignored me earlier.
“Then are you suffering?” I asked Helen.
“Not that I can tell. I assume that’s normal. I doubt the whole pack went through life either in pain because they were horny and not getting sex or involved in a sexual encounter. If I use my body as a guide, it’s just maintaining itself. I’m not getting any stronger, but I don’t feel any weaker, either. Does that make sense?”
“Yes.” I cupped her chin and rubbed my thumb across her cheek. “Someday, I’ll earn enough of your trust back that we can sleep together again properly. Then we’ll take it slow and see how powerful the two of us can make you.”
“Beowulf is good with this plan?” she asked.
“Beowulf is an ass, and I don’t care what he wants.”
Helen laughed. “Joy’s mildly offended that you’re insulting her mate, but I love it. It’s so good to see you in charge and in control.”
“And I love seeing you independent and strong.” This time I went for a kiss on the lips, and she let me.
Helen’s POV
I let Justin kiss me for just a moment before turning back to the computer. The idea that maybe Selina Crow’s website contained some information that might let us help Russo excited me. I clicked through the tabs on her page until I found the one that took me to the archive for the fae. There I found a link to a page called “interspecies couples.”
On the “inter-species couples” page Selina Crow had compiled a list of known mixed marriages and where their offspring had fallen in respect to their breed. Her chart went back approximately one hundred and fifty years. Before that, the record-keeping probably wasn’t accurate enough for her to get much of in the way of solid information. But she did have a list of numerous couples with the fae.
I elbowed Justin in the ribs excitedly. “Look, Justin. The only time a fae didn’t have fae offspring was when they were married to and had children with something more powerful than themselves. So the one here who married a lycan and this one down here who married a vampire didn’t have fae children.”
“But look, these three that married humans. And this one that married a witch. They all had fae for children. It seems like when they’re paired with someone fully alive, not like an undead vamp, or without an animal form, then the fae gene is dominant.”
I gleamed a smile at him. “Which means that all we have to do is find Russo a nice witch or human girl.”
Justin studied the page, nodding his head. “I think you’re probably right. But I also think we’d better try and find him a witch.”
“Why do you say that?” I asked.
“Well, it’s about ability. For example, the witches and wizards, and the pixies all use magic. Lycans and werewolves have an animal forms. While vampires have supernatural abilities. So I think what abilities the children are born with is not so much that the fae have a dominant gene. I think it’s more than the fae gene is incompatible with anyone except those who hold magic or are fully human.”
“Oh,” I said. “I can see what you’re getting at, and you’re probably right. So we definitely want to keep him with someone who has magic. Besides making a fae offspring, being with another holder of magic ought to keep from diluting his powers too much. If we found him a human mate, eventually, those magic genes might get too weak to matter,” I finished.
“Right,” Justin said.
He stroked my back gently, and I tried very hard not to flinch. He was trying so hard to be gentle today, and I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. He’d been true to his word ever since he admitted that I was right, and I had been controlled by a wizard when I stabbed him. He was trying and trust me.
So I owed him the same effort. He had hurt me, but I could see that he was sorry for it, and I would do him the favor of trying to trust him as well.
“It’s too bad that Selina Crow already left,” I said. “She would have been the perfect resource for finding someone for Russo. After all, she knows where all of the remaining witches are hidden.”
“Did she say she knew that?” Justin asked.
“I guess she didn’t,” I said. “She just said she knew they were in hiding.”
Justin nodded. “Right. So I think it’s up to us to find one for him. And I think we’ll have a better chance of that after we get rid of the Huntsman.”
“Have a better chance of what?” Russo asked, coming through the door with Randy.
Justin shot me a look, and I suppressed a giggle. I didn’t want to give anything away. But somehow, Justin managed to completely keep his composure. The look on Justin’s face a deadly serious.
“A better chance at gaining the upper hand,” he answered Russo flawlessly. “Do you have any insights on how we can defeat a demon, fae?”
Russo shook his head. “I’m like you. I didn’t even know they were real until Randy came and told me what you guys found. But I do know how to decipher the Keys of Solomon. And I think that those books are probably our best bet at finding a solution.”
Russo frowned. “We’re going to have to go back and use the library at the mansion that used to belong to Justin’s father.” He passed a sympathetic look between both Justin and I. “Look, I know that house holds lots of horrible memories for you both. And I don’t want to traumatize you. But King Juden’s library had the best collection of information on the supernatural.”
He kept up the apologetic glances. “I could try accessing the Greater Key of Solomon and the Lesser Key through the human internet. I know that there are pieces of supernatural script found there. But that doesn’t mean that any of those grimoires are accurate since humans don’t actually believe in that kind of stuff. Or at least most don’t.”
“Humans treat such pieces of supernatural information like they’re part of a fable or a legend. And fables and legends have a way of morphing and twisting and turning into a thing of their own creation. I would hate to use the human version of either of the Keys of Solomon only to find out that we screwed up whatever it says we need to do because it’s no longer the original version.”
Justin sighed, and I felt him lean against my shoulder heavily. His dejected weight was the same way my chest felt. I didn’t want to go back to his father’s house any more than he did.
That damned Huntsman left us with no pleasant options. No matter which way we went, we’d be faced with unpleasantness.
But having the Huntsman continue his crusade against all supernatural beings was the worst of all the options. So, like it or not, it was time to go back to Juden’s house and face our past in order to clear up our future.
Sweet relief washed through me when Helen said she hadn’t slept with anyone else. Beowulf growled out that he didn’t believe her, but I ignored him the way he’d ignored me earlier.
“Then are you suffering?” I asked Helen.
“Not that I can tell. I assume that’s normal. I doubt the whole pack went through life either in pain because they were horny and not getting sex or involved in a sexual encounter. If I use my body as a guide, it’s just maintaining itself. I’m not getting any stronger, but I don’t feel any weaker, either. Does that make sense?”
“Yes.” I cupped her chin and rubbed my thumb across her cheek. “Someday, I’ll earn enough of your trust back that we can sleep together again properly. Then we’ll take it slow and see how powerful the two of us can make you.”
“Beowulf is good with this plan?” she asked.
“Beowulf is an ass, and I don’t care what he wants.”
Helen laughed. “Joy’s mildly offended that you’re insulting her mate, but I love it. It’s so good to see you in charge and in control.”
“And I love seeing you independent and strong.” This time I went for a kiss on the lips, and she let me.
Helen’s POV
I let Justin kiss me for just a moment before turning back to the computer. The idea that maybe Selina Crow’s website contained some information that might let us help Russo excited me. I clicked through the tabs on her page until I found the one that took me to the archive for the fae. There I found a link to a page called “interspecies couples.”
On the “inter-species couples” page Selina Crow had compiled a list of known mixed marriages and where their offspring had fallen in respect to their breed. Her chart went back approximately one hundred and fifty years. Before that, the record-keeping probably wasn’t accurate enough for her to get much of in the way of solid information. But she did have a list of numerous couples with the fae.
I elbowed Justin in the ribs excitedly. “Look, Justin. The only time a fae didn’t have fae offspring was when they were married to and had children with something more powerful than themselves. So the one here who married a lycan and this one down here who married a vampire didn’t have fae children.”
“But look, these three that married humans. And this one that married a witch. They all had fae for children. It seems like when they’re paired with someone fully alive, not like an undead vamp, or without an animal form, then the fae gene is dominant.”
I gleamed a smile at him. “Which means that all we have to do is find Russo a nice witch or human girl.”
Justin studied the page, nodding his head. “I think you’re probably right. But I also think we’d better try and find him a witch.”
“Why do you say that?” I asked.
“Well, it’s about ability. For example, the witches and wizards, and the pixies all use magic. Lycans and werewolves have an animal forms. While vampires have supernatural abilities. So I think what abilities the children are born with is not so much that the fae have a dominant gene. I think it’s more than the fae gene is incompatible with anyone except those who hold magic or are fully human.”
“Oh,” I said. “I can see what you’re getting at, and you’re probably right. So we definitely want to keep him with someone who has magic. Besides making a fae offspring, being with another holder of magic ought to keep from diluting his powers too much. If we found him a human mate, eventually, those magic genes might get too weak to matter,” I finished.
“Right,” Justin said.
He stroked my back gently, and I tried very hard not to flinch. He was trying so hard to be gentle today, and I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. He’d been true to his word ever since he admitted that I was right, and I had been controlled by a wizard when I stabbed him. He was trying and trust me.
So I owed him the same effort. He had hurt me, but I could see that he was sorry for it, and I would do him the favor of trying to trust him as well.
“It’s too bad that Selina Crow already left,” I said. “She would have been the perfect resource for finding someone for Russo. After all, she knows where all of the remaining witches are hidden.”
“Did she say she knew that?” Justin asked.
“I guess she didn’t,” I said. “She just said she knew they were in hiding.”
Justin nodded. “Right. So I think it’s up to us to find one for him. And I think we’ll have a better chance of that after we get rid of the Huntsman.”
“Have a better chance of what?” Russo asked, coming through the door with Randy.
Justin shot me a look, and I suppressed a giggle. I didn’t want to give anything away. But somehow, Justin managed to completely keep his composure. The look on Justin’s face a deadly serious.
“A better chance at gaining the upper hand,” he answered Russo flawlessly. “Do you have any insights on how we can defeat a demon, fae?”
Russo shook his head. “I’m like you. I didn’t even know they were real until Randy came and told me what you guys found. But I do know how to decipher the Keys of Solomon. And I think that those books are probably our best bet at finding a solution.”
Russo frowned. “We’re going to have to go back and use the library at the mansion that used to belong to Justin’s father.” He passed a sympathetic look between both Justin and I. “Look, I know that house holds lots of horrible memories for you both. And I don’t want to traumatize you. But King Juden’s library had the best collection of information on the supernatural.”
He kept up the apologetic glances. “I could try accessing the Greater Key of Solomon and the Lesser Key through the human internet. I know that there are pieces of supernatural script found there. But that doesn’t mean that any of those grimoires are accurate since humans don’t actually believe in that kind of stuff. Or at least most don’t.”
“Humans treat such pieces of supernatural information like they’re part of a fable or a legend. And fables and legends have a way of morphing and twisting and turning into a thing of their own creation. I would hate to use the human version of either of the Keys of Solomon only to find out that we screwed up whatever it says we need to do because it’s no longer the original version.”
Justin sighed, and I felt him lean against my shoulder heavily. His dejected weight was the same way my chest felt. I didn’t want to go back to his father’s house any more than he did.
That damned Huntsman left us with no pleasant options. No matter which way we went, we’d be faced with unpleasantness.
But having the Huntsman continue his crusade against all supernatural beings was the worst of all the options. So, like it or not, it was time to go back to Juden’s house and face our past in order to clear up our future.
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