A silent communication seemed to play out between them, one Penelope wasn’t privy to. Based on Obsidian’s expression, it wasn’t good.
“Obsidian, you have to help him,” Penelope urged, realizing she was quickly moving into panicked territory.
“I can’t,” Obsidian countered, glaring at the man.
“Because you don’t know how?” she prompted.
He stared back at her, silver irises glowing brightly.
“You have to help him,” Penelope said, though she didn’t think Obsidian meant he physically couldn’t do it. Something was going on, something no one was telling her. “You can remove it, can’t you?”
“Yes,” he said, his eyes narrowing. “I’m capable, but…”
“I tried to get a hold of Stygian,” Magnar stated, his voice lowered, his concern evident. “He’s not answering his phone. You’ll have to do this yourself.”
Obsidian shook his head.
“Just do it,” she ordered. “Get the bullet out.”
Without a word, Obsidian moved toward Eclipse. Although he looked angry, his hand was gentle as it settled on Eclipse’s shoulder.
Though she wasn’t sure why, Penelope could suddenly feel Eclipse’s pain. It was so powerful her knees buckled, dropping her to the floor.
“Stop,” Eclipse ordered, teeth gritted in pain.
When Obsidian removed his hand from Eclipse’s shoulder, the pain stopped.
Ah, crap. That was why Obsidian said he couldn’t do it. The pain Eclipse felt was transferred to Obsidian. In turn, she was feeling it, too. It was something she’d been picking up on over the past couple of days. She was more in tune with Obsidian.
Penelope looked up at the man she loved. “Do it,” she insisted. “But be quick about it.”
“No.” Obsidian refused.
“Will it stop once you’ve healed him?”
He swallowed, held her gaze. “Yes.”
“Then do it. If you don’t, I will,” she informed him as she got to her feet, though she didn’t have the first clue how to remove a bullet. “And we both know what’ll happen if I touch him.”
No one moved, the only sound Eclipse’s harsh breaths. The man was in pain and it killed her to see it.
“Do it,” Penelope demanded.
Obsidian growled but placed his hand on Eclipse’s shoulder once more.
Penelope staggered, but remained on her feet, gritting her teeth as her body endured the torment of the bullet Obsidian was willing out of his brother’s body.
It only took a minute, but it felt like an eternity.
The sound of metal clanging on the tile signaled it was over, and suddenly the pain disappeared.
“Do that again and I’ll kill you,” Obsidian growled at Eclipse before lifting her into his arms.
She could see the fury on Obsidian’s face. Knew he was pissed at her for insisting he do that.
“I won’t apologize,” she told him as she rested her head against his shoulder.
His only response was a rough growl as he carried her to the back staircase, up two flights of stairs to the third floor, through the living room, down the hall to his private quarters. The door opened before they got there, then slammed shut behind them with a resounding thud. Obsidian deposited her on the bed, then quickly relieved her of her clothes. His hands roamed over her as though he needed to confirm she wasn’t physically injured.
