Free Vilmo's Wrath: Deglon Blood by Lachesha W.B. Page A

has been after you since you were born. You are not just a Vilmo. You are a very powerful Vilmo that he wants dead.
    “Soon your body will start reacting. You will be able to sense evil from miles away. You will not have to concentrate to see beings as they truly are. Strong energies will put odd feelings in your stomach, but will ease as you get close to them. You will know the difference between Light, human, Szion, and even Shadow. You will have to let your body guide you,” Robbie says, wiping her tears.
    Somehow it all made sense. Nora now understands why she was imprisoned in the house, why her father was so protective, and why she is motherless. She cries for a few more moments while wrapped in Robbie’s arms. 
    “I’m done with being upset all the time. How can we stop Dumont? What can I do?” she asks.
    Robbie looks at her and smiles.
    “That’s my girl,” he says.
    He slides a small rectangular box out from under the sofa and hands it to her.
    “A birthday gift from your mother.”
    Whatever is in this box couldn’t possibly surprise me as much as everything else has in the last two day s, Nora thinks, taking a deep breath before opening the box. A tiny, golden, metal toothpick-like object rest upon a black silk cloth. Not just any piece of metal, an enchanting little thing. It covers Nora with comfort. Although it is barely the size of her finger, she can feel its power radiate through her veins.
    “What is it?” she asks.
    “This is what we call a golden spike. Yes, it looks much like a toothpick, but an incredible power lies within it. Do you remember reading about them?” Robbie asks.
    “Yes. A golden spike is the only thing that can kill a Light, but I assumed it would look more like its name. And, um—much bigger.”
    Every part of Nora is filled with just as much excitement as confusion.
    “It will be as small or as big as you want or need it to be. First, you need to make your bond with it,” Robbie says, taking the spike, from its box and placing it in Nora’s hand.
    “How do I do that?” she asks, holding it from her body as if at any moment it would bite her.
    “The same way we made our first bond,” Robbie says.
    She laughs.
    “So, you want me to kiss it?”
    Robbie laughs and closes her hand around the spike.
    “No, open your heart to it,” he says.
    Nora nods and close her eyes. It was not hard for her open up to this tiny piece of gold. In seconds, she feels its love for her as if it was a person. She trusts it, and it trusts her. The feeling of protection covers her as it grows in her hand. Its power runs through her veins as if it was replacing her blood with new blood. She feels strong and free. Then, without notice a bolt of warmth strikes her chest, and she slowly opens her eyes.
    “I’m not afraid anymore, Robbie.”
    “I know,” Robbie says, pulling her close and wrapping his arms around her waist.
    She has no idea what has happened, nor does she question it. All she knows is that she is now ready for whatever is next. After a few moments, the spike returns to its three-inch length and Nora places it back into its box so that she can free her hand to wrap around Robbie. Just as she places it in the box, it appears in her other hand. She jumps.
    “You will never be without it,” Robbie says.
    “Well, I don’t want to carry this thing around like this. Where do you put yours?”
    Robbie snickers.
    “Nora put it in your pocket.”
    Before she can reach into her pocket it is gone.
    “What the …?”
    “Look in your pocket,” he laughs.
    Sure enough, she reaches into her robe pocket and there it is.
    “All you have to do is think it and your spike will do it,” Robbie says.
    Nora sits down and runs her fingers through her hair. Although she is now completely okay with everything, it is still a little unnerving.
    “So when will the changes start?” she asks.
    “It already has,” Robbie says, getting inches from her lips.
    Nora leans in and kisses