Stable? He was stable.
His gaze shot from Amethyst to Obsidian, over to Penelope, on to Apollo, and finally settling on Michael.
No sooner had he met the archangel’s strangely swirling eyes than he began to vibrate again. A second later, his body was convulsing. Not long after that…
Pitch. Fucking. Black.
Hmm.
Interesting way for the human/vampire to greet him, that was for sure.
Not that Michael had expected a warm greeting by any means, but come on. A seizure?
A bit extreme, no?
With a heavy exhale, Michael stepped back while Apollo and Amethyst did whatever it was they needed to do.
“I don’t think your presence is comforting to him,” Obsidian noted.
Yeah, well. He had that effect on people, now didn’t he?
“Move him to the infirmary,” Michael insisted, not bothering to look at Obsidian or Penelope when he made the decision.
Expecting a rebuttal from the female, he steeled himself for an argument. When one never came, he forced his eyes over to Obsidian’sereswa. She looked sincerely concerned for her brother. And from what he could tell, she had absolutely no idea what was going on. Which could only mean Obsidian hadn’t bothered to share the … interesting news with her yet.
Michael glanced up at Obsidian. The quick shake he got in response said he didn’t want to go into it now, either.
Fine.
“Can I come with you?” Penelope asked the healers as they discussed moving him.
When they called down for someone to bring a gurney up, Michael took that as his cue to make an exit. He wasn’t surprised when Obsidian followed him out into the hallway, then down a few doors to the library. Meant he was about to get an earful.
Without haste, he stepped into the elaborate room filled from floor to ceiling with literature in every size, shape, and form. The door closed behind him.
“What’s the plan?” he asked, figuring he would launch right into his reason for showing up.
“That’s not my decision to make,” Obsidian grumbled.
Michael pivoted to face him. “It is if you want to keep Penelope’s human alive.”
“Are you controlling this?”
Dropping all sense of levity, Michael met the male’s stare head on. “Not at all. I’m going to assume the healer’s accurate when he said Khari is seeking his mate. Now that he’s found Bijou, he’s acting as all bonded males do. He’s looking to keep her safe.”
“She is safe.”
“Perhaps. But they’ve been going through a little tiff. Now that things appear to be progressing…” Michael turned toward the windows, peered out as the moon shined high in the sky, brightening the world beneath it. “He prompted that feeding. I think he’s uncovering his true nature.”
“How much longer do we have?”
Turning back to Obsidian, Michael shrugged. “No idea, honestly. Like I’ve said before, Khari’s never had this issue in the human vessels. But he’s also never been in close proximity to his mate.”
“I have to tell Penelope.”
Michael nodded. That much he understood. As for how the female would take it, that was anyone’s guess.
“I hope you see how fucked up this is.” Obsidian’s tone reflected his disdain for the situation.
