“I’ll plot it out,” Declan said, though his gaze remained on the TV. When Declan lifted his head, fire burned in his eyes. “They’ve taken this war in a whole new direction.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Saxon and Lucienwalked beside the bed as it rolled down the hall with Elyse toward a recovery room. One of the wheels made a strange clicking noise against the white tile as they steered her down the hall. Saxon squinted against the light bouncing off the floor of the bright hall.
He kept his hand on Elyse’s shoulder as he sought to reassure himself she was alive. She was so pale against the white sheets, but her breathing was steady.
“There was more damage to her arm than I expected to find,” the surgeon said. “So it took longer than I anticipated.”
“Will she be okay?” Saxon demanded.
“The cast will have to stay on for at least eight weeks, and she’ll have to do physical therapy afterward, but I see no reason why she can’t make a full recovery.”
Hopefully, before all that happened, she would agree to be his mate, and none of those things would be necessary.
“When can I take her home?” Saxon asked.
“She should wake soon, and if there are no complications, she should be able to leave by three.”
Saxon glanced at the clock on the wall. It was only nine in the morning; they had to get out of here before then. Every passing second was one more someone could recognize her, or the Savages could locate her.
“Can I take her out of here now?” he asked.
The surgeon blinked in surprise. “She’s not awake yet.”
“But is it safe to take her out of here now?”
“No.”
Saxon had control over the surgeon, but the indignation in his voice was evident.
“Can you wake her up?” Lucien asked the man.
“She’ll wake up when she’s ready to wake up,” the doctor huffed.
They wheeled Elyse into a small room, and the nurses hustled about as they hooked her up to everything. One of the nurses set a bag of Elyse’s clothes in the closet. Lucien strode to the window while the humans finished with Elyse. Hammers, drills, and saws sounded outside as construction workers walked around the roof. The tint on the windows assured him they could see out, but the workers couldn’t see inside.
The nurses finished with their work and started for the door.
“Wait,” Saxon said before they could leave.
Drawing on his ability, he sought out their minds and pulled them under his control. Their faces became slack and their eyes glassy as they gazed at him with open mouths.
“We were never here.Shewas never here. You,” he pointed to the surgeon, “come back to check on her in an hour, but the rest of you are to leave here and forget everything you saw.”
They all nodded before leaving the room. Saxon closed the door behind them and hurried over to stand at Elyse’s side. He grasped her good hand while he gazed at her prone figure as machines beeped around her.
He stroked a strand of hair off her face, but she didn’t respond to his touch. The demon part of him clawed at his insides; she didn’t have to be this vulnerable, and it waspissedit couldn’t change that. Saxon tore his attention away from her and focused on Lucien while he took a few steadying breaths.
“What do you see out there?” he asked.
“Construction workers, the parking lot, and people.”
“Did you let Declan and Asher know she’s out of surgery?”
“Yes.”
“Where are they?”
