“Yeah. There’s that, but…” I shook my head. It was still throbbing, even with Clive’s pain relief. Did the prince use Cadmael because he was the most powerful and spoke my language? My brain was too rattled to unweave it all. “How do you know my skull is cracked?”
“I contacted László, the werewolf Alpha, and asked for contact information on a healer,” he said.
“And he gave it to you? He hates us.” I didn’t think I could have brought myself to trust him.
Clive rubbed his hand over my hip. “He still hates me, but he’s softened to you. You returned his sister to him. I may have also reminded him that you put yourself at great personal risk to rescue all the humans and deliver them to the pack. It didn’t take much prodding to get the healer’s contact info.”
“And then you had to take me to him?” I guessed.
“No. I told him to come here. He’s not as strong as Lilah, but he knit the bones back together.” He kissed the side of my head again.
“But now the wolves know where the Guild is?” I didn’t understand why he was so comfortable with that info being out there.
“This site needs to be abandoned. As I said, it’s cursed. Vlad is going through the offices now, making sure he has access to all the information. Cadmael went with him, but he’s still a little unclear on what’s happening, which is quite unusual for him.”
“What if the pack breaks in while the three of you are napping? I don’t think I could fight off an entire pack in my current state,” I said.
“This building has redundant security features. They wouldn’t be able to enter, even if they wanted to. And we’ll be leaving soon anyway.” He tucked the pillow under his head and held me tight. “Let’s try to sleep before the sun rises and my ability to numb the pain goes away.”
My phone buzzed. I looked at it and saw I had missed calls from Arwyn, my psychic cousin on my mom’s wicche side of the family. We’d met each other only recently.
I looked up at Clive. “I’m so stupid. I have someone in the family who can help, and I never thought to call her.”
“In your defense, darling,” Clive said, “I hadn’t thought of it either. That side of your family is new to both of us.”
I hit the redial button and then asked, “Wait. What time is it in California?”
Clive opened his mouth to respond, but Arwyn had already picked up.
“Sam, are you okay?” The concern in Arwyn’s voice warmed my heart. I had family that didn’t want me dead.
“Arwyn, it’s Clive. She has a cracked skull and a concussion. The healer just left.”
There was a pause and then Arwyn said, “Is that right, Sam?”
I smirked at Clive. Arwyn still wasn’t happy with him. Long story short, I’d been abducted by Finvarra, the fae king, while Clive and I were honeymooning in Europe. Clive, Russell, and Godfrey broke into Arwyn’s house to get information. Clive had been a rage-filled vamp and therefore not on his best behavior. Arwyn rightfully took offense.
“It is,” I said.
“I had a nightmare about you. You’re not in San Francisco, are you?” Arwyn asked.
“I’m not. We’re out of the country on vampire business,” I said.
“Interesting. In my nightmare, you were attacked by a dark-haired, dark-eyed man who was insane, and sadistic with it. He felt fae, but I saw fangs at one point. There was a tidal wave of blood washing down the walls of a condemned building.” She paused a moment. “And there were women screaming and howling. It scared the hell out of me, which is why I kept calling.”
“Thank you,” I said. “I really appreciate that.” I glanced at Clive. I was pretty sure this was okay to say. “I believe the man you saw is fae. He possessed a vampire to attack me, though.”
“Huh,” Arwyn said slowly. “Okay. That makes more sense. I feel like the fae guy is still an ongoing threat. Is that accurate?”
“Unfortunately, I think he probably is,” I said.
“I see. What do you know about him?” she asked.
“That’s the problem.” I glanced at Clive again. “We’re in a country where I don’t speak the language.”
“Which one,” she said.
Clive shrugged.
