“What’s going on?” Bijou asked, her voice soft as she spoke to the doctor.
Apollo sighed and that didn’t sit well with Oliver, either. Something was happening, and he got the sense the angel knew something he wasn’t sharing with the class.
“I want to keep an eye on him for a little while.” Apollo’s attention swung to him. “You want to go downstairs?”
“Not really, no.” Not to mention, he didn’t want to be someone’s guinea pig, and that was what he felt like.
“Maybe you should,” Bijou suggested.
“No.” He didn’t mean to be curt with her, but right now, he had no intention of being led around by the nose while they all tiptoed around him.
“What brought this on?” Apollo asked, though the question didn’t seem to be directed at him.
Oliver thought back to the moment Bijou’s fangs sank into his neck. The feeling had been surreal. An overwhelming sense of euphoria had consumed him. Hell, it had been so good he’d come in his fucking jeans without touching his cock.
Just the thought had his cock thickening once more. Which was completely inappropriate considering those who were in the room. Obsidian, Penelope, Kaj, Acadia, Bijou, Apollo. And yes, Oliver was almost positive that was Amethyst standing near the door, the other doctor probably curious as to what was sending his brain into chaos. Oliver was curious, too. Whatever it was, it felt… God, he didn’t even know how to explain it. There was a strange feeling inside him, as though there was a battle brewing.
Like the first time, it felt like something was emerging, attempting to push beyond the realm of his body. Whatever it was, it didn’t want to be bound to his body, held captive. Or at least, that was the sense Oliver was getting, which was absolutely crazy, he knew. Probably best not to voice it. Last thing he wanted was a straitjacket.
Shifting in the leather recliner, he attempted to sit up straight. His efforts failed him. His body was weak, his muscles refusing to coordinate.
This was fucking ridiculous.
“Are those … puncture wounds?”
Yep, that was Kaj’s voice and he didn’t sound at all pleased by the acknowledgement.
Of course, Oliver didn’t respond because he wasn’t about to get into it with Bijou’s father. What happened between him and Bijou was their business. They were both consenting adults.
“Bijou, I’d like to speak with you. Alone.” Kaj’s words were a demand, not a request, and the intensity in them sparked something dark within Oliver.
“No,” Oliver said, but the voice that came out of him sounded nothing like his own.
Evidently everyone thought so because all eyes shot to him.
“It’s all right, Oliver.” Bijou’s soft tone and gentle hand on his arm settled the strange darkness inside him. “I owe him this much. But I won’t be gone long.”
Oliver met her pretty green eyes and finally nodded.
“Please stay with him until I return,” she told Apollo before slipping out of the room.
He watched her go, and when she was out of his sight, there was a strange churning within him. A disconnect, maybe? Like a piece of him had been shifted, rearranged like puzzle pieces working their way into the overall picture. So freaking weird.
“So, hit me with it, Doc. What’s the prognosis?”
Apollo’s pale blue eyes leveled on him. There was concern there, definitely. But there was something else.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
Before the angel could answer, there was a flutter of wings. A second later, Michael appeared.
Oliver jumped back, his body slamming into the recliner. Why the archangel always scared the shit out of him when he did that, he didn’t know. But …fuck!
“Not yet,” Michael told Apollo.
The doctor nodded but Oliver wasn’t sure if it was agreement or resignation.
“I think it’s best if we move you to the infirmary.” Amethyst spoke up for the first time since she entered the room. “I’d like to get you hooked up to some monitors. At least until we can get you stable.”
