Wanting to reassure her, Urian pulled her against his side and kissed her cheek. “No, love. I’m just tired. I’ll be fine.”
He pulled away and had just started back for their apartment when his legs buckled.
“Bullshit!”
Much to Urian’s absolute horror, the Muppet came up and slung his arm over his shoulder to help him back to Wulf’s apartment.
“What are you doing?” Urian asked angrily.
“I’m taking you to Kat before you pass out.”
Urian hissed at the very thought of being with her. “Why? She hates me.” Artemis’s handmaiden was more likely to gut him than help him.
“So do I, but we both owe you.”
Chris and Kat sat on the floor playing cards when they entered.
Kat shot to her feet as soon as she saw Urian’s condition. “Oh jeez, what happened?”
Phoebe rushed in behind them. “I think I took too much blood from him.”
Wulf laid Urian down on the couch. “Can you help him, Kat?”
Kat pushed Wulf out of the way. She held up two fingers in front of Urian’s face. “How many fingers do you see?”
“Six.”
She popped him on the side. “Stop that. This is serious.”
Urian widened his eyes and tried to focus his gaze on her hand. “Three … I think.”
Kat shook her head. “We’ll be back.”
Cassandra watched in awe as Kat flashed them out of the room.
“Now why didn’t she do that when we were being chased by Stryker?” Chris asked.
Phoebe scoffed at the clueless human. “She’s taking him to Kalosis, Chris. I doubt any of you want to go into a realm ruled by nothing but Spathi Daimons and one really pissed-off ancient goddess who is bent on destroying the entire world.”
He nodded like a clucking chicken. “You know, I really like it here. Not to mention, I can now look at Kat’s hand.” He picked up her cards and cursed. “I should have known she wasn’t bluffing.”
Her face turning bright pink, Cassandra moved closer to her. “I’m so sorry I interrupted you two.”
“Please don’t be. I mean, don’t make it a habit, mind you, but if you hadn’t come in, I might have killed him. He has a bad tendency to not tell me when I’ve taken too much blood. It scares me sometimes.” Actually, it scared her a lot, as she wondered if Urian didn’t have a death wish.
There was something about him. A darkness inside that she’d catch a glimpse of from time to time that never quite went away. Whenever she asked about it, he’d tell her that she was imagining things. But she knew what she saw.
He’d lived a long time and lost a lot of people he cared about. That kind of tragedy left its mark.
Whether he owned up to it or not, her husband was very shattered.
Wulf crossed his arms over his chest. “So Daimons can die from blood loss?”
Phoebe gave him an arched stare. “Are you planning on using that against us?”
Wulf shook his head. “I’d rather die myself than suck on another man’s neck. That’s disgusting. Besides, didn’t you tell me that’s how Apollites can be changed to Daimons? It begs the question of whether a Dark-Hunter could be made a Daimon, too.”
“Yeah, but DH blood is poisonous to them.” Chris shuffled the deck of cards. “Isn’t the point of that so that no Daimon can feed off or convert you guys?”
