“Urian?”
Heartbroken, he brushed the blood from her lips with his thumb. “I’m right here.”
“Where’s my mother and sister?”
He shielded her eyes from their bodies. “They didn’t make it, sweetie.”
Tears welled in her eyes. Sirens began to wail and too late, Urian realized the size of the crowd around them. All staring. The prudent thing would be to try a spell or …
Fuck it. Let the human mind rationalize it as space aliens or whatever psychosis they wanted to name it. Mass hysteria. Hallucination. They had more excuses than stars in the heavens. It wasn’t his concern.
Phoebe was. His only concern was making sure she didn’t get taken to a hospital where they wouldn’t understand her now Daimon blood.
So with that thought, he used his powers to teleport her to the one place he knew she’d be safe. The only place where his father couldn’t find her or hurt her.
Elysia.
The minute they made an appearance inside the secure underground facility, alarms went off. Urian cringed at the piercing shriek that threatened to shatter his already abused eardrums. Phoebe covered her ears and cringed against his shoulder.
Braden, along with two dozen guards, came running with weapons drawn to surround him.
Urian took their panic in stride. “Well, I’d put my hands up, but I don’t think Phoebe would appreciate it.”
Braden rolled his eyes. “Sheez, Uri, what are you doing here?”
“I’ve come to ask a favor and I need a doctor.”
Braden’s gaze went to Phoebe. “You know our laws.”
“And I know what you owe me.Youknow what you owe me. I need this from you. Don’t make me beg. Worse, don’t make me angry.”
Braden only hesitated for three heartbeats before he nodded, then motioned for the guards to lay aside their weapons. “Follow me.”
Urian glanced down at Phoebe as she began whimpering in pain. “Stay with me,agapi mou.”
“My head hurts so much.” She twisted her fist in his shirt.
“I know. It’s the soul. Just breathe through it.”
Once they reached the infirmary, Urian followed Braden into a room in the back and laid her down on the hospital bed. He stepped back as a stern-looking female doctor came in. “We don’t treat Daimons.”
Braden snorted. “Youwilltreat this one.”
“Why’s he so special?”
“He built the facility you’re standing in.”
Her jaw went slack. “Excuse me?”
Hands on hips, Urian smirked. “You heard him. And I’ll kick your ass if you don’t.”
She gaped.
“Yeah, you heard me. I bought into equal rights. You’re an Apollite. Means you’re more than capable of fighting back. And my fiancée’s life means a lot more to me than yours does. Save it or lose your own.”
Irritated at him, she reached for a pair of latex gloves and made a grand show of putting them on before she went to tend to Phoebe. “Is he always that big a dick?”
“No,” Phoebe said, panting and weak. “Sometimes he’s worse.”
