Before he could even turn around, a series of pops went off.Gunshots?
My head swam as Muriel’s clammy palm cupped my cheek. “Stay with me,Leigh.”
I really wanted tosleep.
Just for a littlewhile.
Just until my skin mended and my windpipe sealedshut.
“Call Jarod!” was the last thing I heard her yell before the world unraveled, turning blissfullyblank.
Chapter 50
Iawoke cocoonedby something that felt fashioned from silkensteel.
As the world came into focus, I realized the silk was Jarod’s bedsheets and the steel was his body. I shifted, and his pulse sprang to life beneath myhead.
“Leigh?” He’d never pronounced my name sosweetly.
“You’re here,” I whispered, my throat still aching. It would probably ache for days considering how deep the crazy brunette hadcut.
I lifted my fingertips to my neck, discovering an enormousbandage.
“Don’t touch it. I don’t want the stitches toopen.”
“Stitches?” I’d never had stitches before. Never needed them. Still didn’t, but I supposed Jarod had forgotten about my healing prowess. Unless Muriel had taken the executive decision to have my skinhemmed.
Ugh.Why did that verb have to be the one to pop into mymind?
He eased his arm out from underneath me, treating me as though I were as delicate as the petals we’d bruised during our lovemaking. “Yes. Stitches.” His dark gaze traveled over the bandage as though he wanted to peel it off and rip it to shreds. It was probably the woman who’d done this to me he wanted toshred.
“You know, I didn’t really need them.” I kept my voice low, even though I doubted I could speak muchlouder.
He shook his head, jaw darkened with such thick stubble it seemed days had gone by since my shopping incident. Had days gone by? I looked toward one of the windows, trying to glimpse if it was night or morning . . . not that it would tell me how long I’d beenunconscious.
“Two . . . fucking . . . days,” he growled, as though he’d read my mind. “You’ve been out for two fucking days. I banged down your guild’s door to get one of your kind to fucking tell me if this wasnormal!”
My breath jammed in my sore throat. It hurt, but I bit back the shallow gasp before it could surface and add to Jarod’s worries. “They must’ve been surprised . . . when they opened up and foundyou.”
“You could saythat.”
“Did you seeinside?”
He snorted. “They like marble andfountains.”
I smiled. “Quartz. Mined in Elysium.” Had he mentioned being able to seethem?
“They called Asher for me. He came over, and after checking on your neck, declared you’d beokay.”
I winced, just imagining Asher’s horrified expression upon finding me in Jarod’s bed—I imagined this was where I’d been since the attempt on my life. How shallow that my whereabouts bothered me more than my condition. Then again, I was immortal, so my condition wasn’t cause foralarm.
The vein at Jarod’s temple twitched. “Feather, I was out of my fuckingmind.”
“I told you”—I ran my finger over his cupid’s bow mouth—“I can’tdie.”
He grunted, as though he didn’t believe me. He had all the proof he needed, though. Yes, my throat stung more than my wings the night I’d told two dozen lies, but I wasalive.
“The woman . . . didthey—”
