Chapter 14
The instant theytook form on the gloomy balcony, Dagan let hergo.
Shae grabbed the wooden chair, steadying herself. He and Nik had already disappeared indoors. Forgetting her awe at seeing a live dragon, she hurried into the bedroom and slowed when she found Nik standing just inside Dagan’s bathroom entrance, his arms folded, his stance ready for afaceoff.
Frowning, she angled past him into the smallish space that held a glass-paneled shower stall, toilet, and basin. Dagan lowered an opaque brown bottle he’d obviously drunk somethingfrom.
“What is that?” she asked as he screwed the top backon.
“A potion,” Nik answered. “It helps restore our strength and takes away the weakness when we’re hurt from a demon bolt. That shit’s justbrutal—”
“Dammit,Nik!”
“What?” Dread surged, and Shae’s gaze darted over Dagan, but with his black shirt, it was impossible to see where he was hurt. “Dagan?”
“It’s nothing. I’ll be fine,” he said, nailing Nik with a dark glare. And as he shifted, setting the bottle back in the cupboard above the basin, there, on his side, she saw the scorched slash on the dark material. She touched the glossy, wet patch and came away with fingers smeared crimson. He pivoted and scowled. Too worried to care, she grabbed the hem of his shirt. He snagged both of her wrists. “I said I’mokay.”
“Yeah? Then take off your shirt and show me thenothingyou have on yourside.”
Nik coughed as if trying not to laugh. Dagan shot him a killinglook.
Christ, he made her so mad with his obstinate, I’m-the-big-strong-warrior attitude. “Dammit, Dagan, let me helpyou.”
Mouth tight, he yanked off his shirt and flung it aside. “Happynow?”
“Heaps,” she muttered, until she saw the wound. Her tummy lurched. It appeared as if a red-hot poker had singed the flesh of his side in a six-inch-long gash. The wound continued to bleed. Fear chased away her irritation. “Why aren’t you healing? You’re immortal, you’re supposed to have quick healingabilities.”
“Harvey,” hemuttered.
“What?” Shae looked up, and at his rigid features…yeah, she’d probably have better luck getting the walls to answer. “Nik, do you have a first-aidkit?”
“No need.” Dagan put her aside like she weighed about as much as a feather, opened the cupboard beneath the sink, and got out a box. He grabbed a couple of dressings and a small jar and set them on the counter. Unscrewing the container, the musty odor of old moss and roots drenched the bathroom. He scooped out a blob of the greenish-colored ointment, angled his body, and smeared it over the burn, then slapped a layer of gauze over the wound and taped itdown.
Yeah, he was all done. Darnman!
“He needs tofeed.”
“Godsdammit, Nik,” he snapped. “Just get the hellout.”
“Nik, stay,” shecountered.
At his indiscernible nod, her heart tripped. She realized he’d agreed to help her with her plan. This wasit.
“What the hell’s goingon?”
So Dagan had caught their little exchange? No matter. She may not be a goddess, but she was his mate,andshe possessed kinetic powers. It should make her blood stronger,right?
One thing she did know, she didn’t want him putting his mouth on another woman. At the thought, her entire being rebelled. She pulled off her jacket, tossing itaside
“I’m your mate.” She pinned him with a determined stare. “You’re afraid you’ll get caught up in bloodlust and won’t be able to stop if you ever take my blood. No matter how shitty my life is right now, I don’t want to die. So, Nik’s here to make sure that doesn’thappen.”
A vein throbbed furiously on his brow, his tone lowered in warning. “Don’t even think aboutit.”
“Then you leave me with little choice.” Before he could figure out what she planned, Shae snatched the scissors from the first-aid kit and swiped the lethal side against her wrist.Shit!Pain spread like a flood up her arm.That freakin’hurt!
“No!” Dagan’s snarl thundered off the walls. He lunged for the scissors and flung them aside. The thin, red line on her wrist gave way, blood seeping in a steady flow. He leaped away from her, his fangs out.“Are you both fuckingcrazy?”
“You need to feed…” She held out her wrist, and he pushed farther into the wall as if the thing would open up so he could crawl inside. “Dagan, you haveto.”
