The Blood Contract-Chapter 12: Lost his senses

"Yes," Dr. Marlowe responded to Lucian's and Darrell's question. "Serena is the product of a carefully calculated and sorted-out gene combination. Her birth was no coincidence. The council knew what they were doing and what they were expecting when they matched her father to her mother," she began to explain, gaining the attention of the two people who were with her in the room.

"Serena was born with unique abilities, which scared her father. She could see clearer and farther than the average human, she could hear better, and she had the ability to heal others even without wanting to or putting any effort into it. But these abilities had been locked by her father when she was a little girl."

"Why did he lock them?" Lucian probed, intrigued by the story.

"The seeing and hearing abilities posed no threats to her well-being apart from the fact that they might attract unwanted attention toward her. But the healing ability was a strange one. Every time she touched a sick person, the person usually became stronger, while she immediately became extremely weak and sick. We did everything we could, but we couldn't understand why that was happening.

"Believing, after doing some research, that her lifespan was being shortened every time she used that ability—and also scared that she would not be able to lead a normal life—Dr. Alaric formulated a way to bury all of her abilities. That was part of the reason he got into trouble with the Council of Vitae. Looking at her now, I just know the council has found a way to unlock her abilities," Dr. Marlowe ended the explanation, and silence settled heavily in the room.

Lucian didn't know how to feel about what he had just heard. He wanted to be free of the curse, but if the price to pay was Serena's life, he wasn't going to accept it.

"Do you know how to lock it again?" he asked, and Dr. Marlowe shook her head.

"Unfortunately, I don't. Only her father has that knowledge. I think it is contained in his journal, but the man wrote in codes that I cannot decipher."

"When will she wake up?" Lucian asked another question.

"She should be awake by tomorrow. However, there is an injection that can help her recover faster and fully. I'll go get it right away."

"Darrell will drive you there," Lucian said, and Darrell exited the room with Dr. Marlowe without a single word of protest.

Lucian sat back down on the bed after the duo left the room. He looked at Serena, and a small smile appeared on his face. She was a fighter, and he loved that about her. He saw himself in her, but the only difference was that she still had someone to fight for, while he had no one. He wished he could keep his demons down for her sake, but he knew that would be the most impossible thing he would attempt because her mere presence stirred up that part of him he wanted to keep hidden.

Meanwhile, a few minutes into the drive to the pharmacy, Darrell shot Dr. Marlowe a side glance, wondering what was going through the woman's mind.

"You've been quiet ever since we left the house. Is there something else bothering you apart from what you just told us?" Darrell asked, moving his eyes back to the road.

"That bedroom was freshly painted. Why did you choose those colors?" Dr. Marlowe threw out the question that had been bothering her.

"Me?" Darrell asked in incredulity, then shook his head. "That was not my idea, doctor. I only carry out orders. I would never do anything in the mansion without the express permission of my boss."

"So, Mr. Draven chose the colors?"

"Not just the color but the exact design. The room was initially painted cream, and I asked for his idea on how to make the place more comfortable for the new addition to the family. What you saw there was exactly what he told me to do," Darrell explained.

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"Hmmm..." Dr. Marlowe hummed a sigh, saying nothing further as her head began to calculate.

But Darrell wasn't done. "You know, when I told him that I didn't think that color would be suitable for a lady's room, he asked me if I was a lady, and I became speechless. He later came back to his senses and asked me which colors I thought would be suitable for the lady's room. I listed all the bright colors I knew and told him they would be perfect, but guess what, doctor? He lost his senses again and said, 'Nah, stick with what I gave you.'"

Another hum escaped Dr. Marlowe's lips before she uttered, "She will be fine. She has survived up till now, so she will be fine."

"I like your optimism, doctor, but don't give yourself too much hope. She doesn't look like a badass the way I expected, but she's beautiful. Maybe she can tame my boss," Darrell confessed, recalling Serena's peaceful sleeping face and her striking red hair.

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The next morning, Serena slowly opened her eyes to find herself in a strange and unfamiliar environment.

She pushed herself up to a sitting position with knitted brows, and the first thing that caught her attention, just as intended, was the large painting of a single black rose on the wall close to the door.

Moving her gaze around, she saw the same painting at two other points in the room before she noticed the expensive furniture, which had a touch of gold on it, and the other things in the room. That was when her memories from the night before started filtering in.

Having the urge to empty her bladder, she approached one of the doors in the room, and thankfully, it led to the bathroom.

As soon as she was done with her business and stepped out of the bathroom, a knock grabbed her attention before she could focus on anything else.

When she didn't answer and just remained standing with her eyes fixed in the direction of the door, the handle of the wooden barrier was turned, and the door was pushed open from the outside.