“Egan.” Cyrus says my name, but he’s watching Lore. He knows what’s happening too. I shake my head, telling him not to bother.
Wake up, little star, we need you.I trace my knuckle over the freckles along her cheeks, and her chest jerks upward with a jolt. I prepare to lock my arms around her body to hold her through another seizure, but she doesn’t continue to thrash.
Her eyelids flutter again, her citrine orbs unfocused and glazed, but she keeps them open for a few seconds, giving me hope.
“Lorelei.” Cyrus moves closer and places his hand on her side. Her mouth opens as if she’s trying to respond, but she just croaks, which sends her heartbeat spiking even higher.
My breath hitches when I place my mouth near her ear. We’ve never needed words, but I chant them in my head anyway, telling her we need her and allowing her to hear my breaths. I would gladly give her the air in my lungs if I thought it would help.
She stills for just a moment, and then her legs jerk as if she’s trying to move. “It’s okay,” Cyrus coos, and she seems to panic, twisting around as much as she can.
“No.” The word is distorted but clear as it garbles from her throat.
“She’s getting too agitated.” Cyrus’ voice is growing louder with panic.
“No,” Lore says again, growing more adamant.
“She wants to wake up.” The prince stumbles through the doorway and lands on his face when his legs give out.
Lore gasps, and her heart skips a beat after hearing his voice.
The healer rushes into the room after Modeus, fussing and trying to haul him off the floor. I kick Cyrus in the side, then point to the demon before pointing to the bed.Bring him to her.
The gargoyle stares at me for a single second before he hops off the bed and snatches the prince off the floor, dislodging the healer in the process. I point at the door when she looks at us with wide eyes. She scampers backwards, understanding I want her gone.
Once Cyrus lays the demon on the bed, I reach over Lore and shove his shoulder. He hisses and slits his eyes. I glare right back at him, and then I direct my eyes down to Lore. Without any more instruction, he flops his arm over her side and buries his face against her bare back.
“You can wake up, princess,” he mumbles, then continues, “Please wake up, because I can’t handle these two without you. I’m going to kill them both just as soon as all my organs and skin grow back.”
Lore makes a pained sound, but her heart starts to slow down.
“Don’t tell her that,” Cyrus hisses.
When her fingers tap twice against my chest, I tuck my face farther into her neck. I don’t know if I’m trying to escape all the emotion tumbling over me or just trying to get closer to her.
Cyrus
“If you don’t moveyour big ass out of my way, I’m going to kick it.” I can hear Lore threatening Egan. I lean my shoulder against the wall and listen to the sound of her shuffling feet, and then a door slams.
Once I know she’s in the bathroom, I enter the room. Egan is sulking near the bathroom door. Gratitude fills me when I see him scowling. If it weren’t for him insisting Lore wouldn’t get any more sedatives, she might still be sleeping instead of pissing off the ancient fallen angel.
“I’m sick of this room.” Lorelei pouts the second she exits the bathroom, but then she lifts her nose into the air. Her eyes snap over to me, then down to the tray in my hands.
“About fucking time,” Modeus mumbles.
“Shut up, you can’t even eat real food yet.” I set the tray on the end of the bed, and Lorelei limps her way over. The wound in her lower stomach is still bothering her, not that she would admit it. The hemlock slowed her healing process, but thankfully, she is getting better.
“What’s this?” She peers up at me with her eyes all soft. If she’ll look at me like that every time I bring her food, I’ll make sure she’s getting three meals a day and snacks between.
“Just some soup,” I tell her.
I haven’t seen her smile much in the last few days, so when her lips curl up, I’m transfixed by the sight. “I hope, for your sake, it’s not as good as it smells, but if it is, I’m willing to trade food for fucks—I mean favors.” She arches one sleek eyebrow, pretending that was a slip of the tongue.
“Now I’m going to need an apron.” Modeus rolls from his side to his back and grabs his dick.
Lorelei leans forward and plants a soft kiss on my lips, then she backs away to climb carefully onto the bed so she doesn’t bump the tray. “You can’t cook.”
The demon snorts haughtily. “It’s called roleplaying.”
