Chapter 41 The healer
“What?” Evan exclaimed. As if strength had been poured into her, she got up from the bed and ran toward the door.
“Evan, what are you doing?” Ella asked, eyes widened. She wondered what had gotten into Evan.
Ella also ran after her, trying to stop her, but it was impossible as the girl had already turned the doorknob. The door swung open as Evan escaped through it. Ella couldn’t catch up because of her long skirt-like gown she had changed into. Evan was wearing a straight short dress to her knees, giving her the advantage to run fluently.
She ran through the corridor, trying to predict the room where the rabbit was locked.
“Brody!” Evan called as she quickened her pace.
“Evan! Evan, stop. I’ll show you where he is.” Hearing that, Evan slowed down, finally stopping. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest.
She turned over her shoulder, seeing Ella running toward her.
“How can you run like that?” asked Ella, almost falling to her knees, placing both hands on them as air escaped her lips.
“Where is he?” Evan asked, her eyes watery and on the verge of bleeding. Ella was stunned by her behavior.
Ella stood up straight, giving Evan a questioning look.
“Why are you so concerned about that rabbit?” asked Ella with knitted brows.
“You said the potion was for vampires only. I’m worried. Is he okay?” Evan explained. Understanding what Evan was thinking, Ella let out a chuckle.
“I don’t want someone to die because of that potion. No matter what, he’s still a vampire and doesn’t deserve to die,” Evan added.
“I know,” was Ella’s short reply.
“Let me take you back to your room. You need some rest,” Ella offered. It had been a long day. Seeing Evan this energetic, she had a strong feeling that Evan wouldn’t die—at least that’s what she wanted to believe. If any species of vampire took this poisonous potion, the result was death. The potion was created by black witches and had no antidote.
Evan knew many questions were on Isabella’s mind, and she also had questions. She knew deep down that she wasn’t an ordinary person. Of course, Ella knew too; otherwise, why would she be this calm?
“Aunty!” A boy ran toward Ella, throwing himself into her arms.
“Hi, my friend,” Ella greeted, bending down to reach him properly.
He had a deep cut on his arm, a little near his elbow. The wound was still fresh and bleeding.
His parents usually brought him here, saying he was short-tempered and hoping for God to deliver him.
He knew Ella because she occasionally visited the church in disguise as this same blonde girl.
A glance at the wound was enough to change Ella’s expression.
“What happened to your hand?” asked Ella, but the boy kept silent.
Seeing the little child made Evan forget about the dying rabbit. She loved kids and wished she could be with them always.
“Hi, my friend,” answered the boy. He was around seven or eight years old.
Evan walked to him, taking his wounded little hand into her large one. The wound on his skin began to disappear. Both Ella’s and Evan’s eyes widened. Evan knew she had hidden powers but never expected them to include healing. People could kill for this.
“What?” Ella exclaimed, slapping her palms over her lips.
“Yay!” the boy shouted, intending to run away.
“Mom! Mom! Aunty healed me!” the boy jumped in excitement, only to be stopped by Ella.
“Hey! Calm down, dear. You can’t tell anyone, including your mother,” Ella warned.
The boy’s eyes dimmed a little.
“But why?” asked the boy.
“Because if you do, they’ll kill me, dear,” Evan replied. The boy’s eyes flew open at her words.
“Let it be our little secret, okay? Don’t tell Mommy.”
The boy nodded in agreement. Like any other kid, he was scared Evan could be killed if he said a word.
“Now go to Mommy,” she said, and the boy ran off.
As soon as he did, Ella sent Evan an excited gaze.
“Hmm,” Ella hummed. “Just found out today?” she added, helping Evan to her feet.
“Yes.”
“How do you feel?”
“I feel good.”
Ella was amazed by Evan’s answers. It sounded crazy—someone who was coughing up blood earlier. Annoyed, Ella held both of Evan’s shoulders, making Evan look at her. Evan didn’t struggle or resist.
“Ella, what do you want?”
“Are you truly okay?” Ella asked, looking into Evan’s eyes.
Seeing that nothing was wrong and that she was actually fine, Ella let go.
“Let’s go back to the room,” Evan suggested, taking Ella by the hand.
“Hi, ladies. Thank the Lord you’re feeling better now,” a voice said behind them, making Ella and Evan spin around. It was the lady from earlier—one of the reverend sisters in the church.
“Thanks for the hospitality,” Evan said with a slight smile. “I didn’t get the chance to introduce myself properly. I’m Evan—but that’s hidden. Just call me Anna.”
“Rebecca.” The lady stretched out her hand, and Evan took it respectfully.
“Nice meeting you, dear.”
They shook hands.
“It’s good you both are getting along well. We all need to stick together in the future,” Ella said with a wide grin.
Evan sent her an electrifying glare, making Ella blink.
“I’d be happy if you returned my rabbit to me,” Evan said with a smile.
“Sure. I’ll get it and bring it to the room. Just a moment, dear,” Rebecca said as she walked away.
One corner of Evan’s lips lifted. Holding Ella’s hands firmly, they both walked away.
Getting to the room, Evan sat on the bed, deep in thought.
“I think you’re no longer sick because you can actually heal,” Ella said, biting her bottom l
ip as if realizing something.
Her eyes deep in realization as she bit hard on her button lips.
“Yes, that’s how it seems to me.” Evan replied. Agreeing to what Ella said.