Why was he so concerned? I mean, he fended Gisila off for me, that’s big. But the whole Connor-Considine thing…
The situation was so weird—and wild—I still didn’t quite believe it.
“Seems like he went a bit overboard, considering he thinks of you as a toy.” Captain Reese rubbed her chin as the lights in her prosthetic leg glowed shedding more light in the room.
“I discovered he’s also my neighbor,” I said, staring at the dagger.
Sarge straightened upright. “Neighbor?”
“It means he lives next door to her,” Grove said in a know-it-all tone. “Here, Blood. Drink this.” He passed over a tiny, candy-apple-green-colored potion.
I took the small vial with my free hand, tilted my head back, and drank the miniature vial in one gulp. I didn’t taste it until I swallowed, and I was pleasantly surprised by the sweet but sour taste that reminded me of sour apple candy.
“Considine Maledictus is your neighbor,” Captain Reese repeated.
“Yes.” I nodded, then awkwardly held the dagger up. “I can tell you about him, but Gisila’s actions are probably more important to discuss first given the wolf mercenaries. She didn’t confess to or say anything that would give us any kind of grounds to arrest her. She didn’t even directly threaten me, just made lots of vague statements.”
Captain Reese grimaced as she pulled out a tiny pad of paper and a pencil from her jacket pocket. “I swear Lady Gisila is almost as bad as a fae. Alright. Lay it on us—Sarge and I would like to get the preliminary reports done tonight.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT
Considine
Istrode down the empty hospital corridor, moving fast to get out of Jade’s hearing range as I wasn’t sure what I would do if she called after me.
She was safe.
Gisila had been properly warned.
The dragon shifter wouldn’t bother Jade again—not unless she wanted my enmity.
But I had just opened myself up to a world of trouble.
For starters, Killian—and by proxy the rest of the Dracos offspring—now knew what I had been doing with my evenings and where I lived.
Even worse, Killian knew precisely who I spent the majority of my time with.
Calling him had been unavoidable.
I passed by the nurses’ station, stopped, did a U turn, and circled back.
A young female nurse had been watching me walk past. She giggled as I strode up to the desk.
“Hello.” I gave the nurses my most dazzling smile and made sure to look every one of them in the eye—from the exhausted male who looked like he was approximately five seconds away from quitting to the young giggler to the older Hispanic woman who popped an eyebrow at me in amusement even though I hadn’t said anything yet. “Jade O’Neil in Room 1285 will be under your care until she’s released this morning, correct?”
“Jade O’Neil…” The exhausted male nurse flipped through some charts. “Oh—the special case. Yes. Yes, we’ve got her.”
The giggler stopped ogling me to look at her coworker with wide eyes. “Special?”
“The vampire slayer,” the older Hispanic woman said. “She’s a supernatural.”
“Wow, that’s rare. I don’t think I’ve ever given a supernatural medical attention.” All signs of humor were erased from the giggler and worry creased around her eyes. “She must be in rough shape to be brought in.”
“She’s stable,” The male nurse said.
