I shuddered, my stomach turning as I eyed the lone fledgling currently tied to a chair by heavy chains.
I’d expected him to look far scarier.
But he was just… a young guy. Maybe even younger than me. And he was crying and shaking and not looking very scary at all.
“Please. Please let me go.”
Eric growled, and the guy’s mouth snapped shut, his eyes widening even further, his skin taking on a grayish hue.
He was fucking terrified of Eric.
And I got it.
I turned my head toward my boyfriend and smiled.
Oh, he looked truly unhinged. Eyes glowing red, fangs flashing white, blood spray all over him. And his mouth?
Ugh.
Even my stomach revolted at the sight of all the blood surrounding his mouth—and I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.
Eric had come for me. He’dsavedme.
A dizzy spell made me sway on my feet, but before I could take a step back, Eric was there, gently taking my arm and holding me up.
“You need to go to the hospital,” he said. “You could have a severe concussion.”
I shook my head, then flinched.
Fuck.
That hurt.
Oh, fuck, it hurt so much.
And made me want to puke.
I slapped a hand in front of my mouth and tried willing my stomach to cooperate.
“I’m fine,” I said when the worst of the pain had ebbed away, but Eric gave me a stern look.
“No. You need to go to the hospital.”
Maybe.
But I really wanted to know what was gonna happen to the surviving fledgling.
Dammit, I didn’t want to miss the resolution.
“I hate to agree with your mate, young human, but you need medical attention. However, I don’t think the hospital is the correct environment for you. It might be hard to explain your injuries. So I called a… friend of mine. She’s a doctor and set to arrive any minute to check up on you. Youngling, would you like to accompany your mate to my office?”
Eric growled.
“If you don’t, maybe I should…”
“No, I’m going.”
Eric gave the fledgling one last, withering look. “I hope you make it hurt.”
