He moved to Chloe’s side, his strange eyes already glowing. “Lift your hand.”
I did as he directed, watching as he placed his palm over the wound.
“I will do what I can,” he said. “But she is hovering near the edge.”
“Whatever it takes,” I snarled. “I don’t care if you have to suck the life out of me to save her. You do it.”
He nodded, closing his eyes. “Kerry, I need you,” he whispered.
The wind around us picked up and I caught the scent of his mate, but she never appeared.
A light appeared beneath Finn’s hand. I watched as Chloe’s body twitched. With the depth of the wound, I knew that it hurt, but her body was too weak to do more than jerk slightly at the pain.
Reaching down, I took her hand, leaning over her head. “You listen to me, Chloe MacArthur. You will not die. You will live and you will be my mate. I need you and you need me. You hear me.You will not die.”
“Keep talking,” Finn murmured. “I can feel her. She’s on the brink.”
“I love you, Chloe,” I whispered. “I won’t be able to live without you.”
Her shaking body arched as she gasped, but her eyes remained closed. I glanced at Finn, but his eyes were still shut with a look of fierce concentration on his face.
“Dammit, Chloe, you can’t give up,” I commanded, squeezing her hand. “You have to fight for me. And for yourself.”
The uncontrollable shivers that shook her limbs began to slow. This close to her neck, I could hear her heartbeat grow stronger, though it was still sluggish.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the light radiating from Finn’s palm fade and his head fell forward. The wound on her side was still open, but the blood was no longer flowing from it.
“Don’t stop, Finn,” I demanded. “She’s not completely healed.”
His eyes lifted to mine, no longer glowing with his power. “I can’t do anymore, Lachlan. But she will be able to heal herself and she will live.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, looking back down at her pale face.
“I am,” he replied. “The wound was too deep for me to heal it completely, but she will live.”
The tension filling my body flowed out and I stroked the matted hair away from Chloe’s forehead.
“Your mate will be fine in a few days, Lachlan,” Finn reassured me. “I swear.”
It seemed my debt to a vampire had just grown larger. I met his eyes. “Thank you,” I murmured. “I owe you more than I could ever repay.”
He looked down at Chloe, his mouth curving into a tired smile. “If you take care of your mate, that will be payment enough. Kerry has a soft spot for the both of you.”
I didn’t argue with him, knowing that I would owe him for the rest of my life. This was the second time he’d healed Chloe. Until the day I died, I would give my aid to the vampire and his witch mate whenever it was needed.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chloe
Iswung mylegs over the side of the bed and stood up.
Gram appeared in the doorway before I’d taken more than a single step. “You need to stay in bed,” she stated.
“It’s been three days, Gram. I’m healed, just a little weak. Exercise and food will be the best things for me.”
Her brows lifted. “What did I say?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned against the doorjamb.
I met her stare with a level one of my own. “I’m not going back to bed. Darrell is in a holding cell, waiting to be interrogated, and Brian Kirkpatrick is being held by the Tribunal. I need to be up and taking care of business.”
