Page 79 of Marked By Night

When he picks up Reed, his jaw clenches and with Dante’s help they maneuver him inside. Reed doesn’t move or even make a peep as they carry him up to the spare bedroom and set him on the small twin-size mattress.

Kaos instantly gets to work, and his brow dips in concentration as he takes note of each injury. His hand stops above Reed’s stomach and he winces. “He has severe internal damage.” A black glow emanates from his palm as he uses his magic to try and heal him. “He’s lucky to be alive.”

After what feels like an eternity, the bleeding slowly comes to a stop and I notice a bead of sweat break out across Kaos’s forehead. Now that I’m paying attention, I realize that he’s looking quite pale. Does healing people drain him?

I walk over and place my hand in his. Right away I feel a tug inside my chest as my magic leaves me and enters Kaos to help replenish him.

“That’s enough for now,” Elian says, watching the whole situation from the corner in a high back chair that looks way too much like a throne for my liking. His icy energy leaks throughout the room like little ice crystals embedding themselves in my flesh. He smirks, almost as if he can sense my thoughts but it’s gone in an instant.

“He needs more,” Kaos protests, not moving his hands from Reed, despite Elian’s order.

Elian stands, his green eyes narrowing on Kaos. “Not now. You’re making yourself too weak. My wards should hold any unwanted stragglers out, but we need you in tip-top shape in case it doesn’t.”

Kaos finally relents and Elian nods his head. Then his gaze flickers to Reed. “I’m still not sure how he managed to get through, but I will do a perimeter check shortly and scout for holes.”

Dante nods. “I agree. We don’t know how many hostiles are after us, and if Reed can get through then they might be able to get through too.”

“I don’t think he’d hurt us,” I defend, eyeing Reed softly.

All I can think about are those silver eyes holding mine as he fended off that man at Harborview for me. Not to mention the cash he shoved in my hands after hearing about my struggle. Reed is a good guy and I refuse to believe otherwise until I’m proven wrong.

“Good thing it doesn’t matter what you think.” Elian laughs, a callous throaty sound that sounds so harsh coming from his lips. “I’ll have one of the shifters watch the door. Kaos, I want you to come back in a few hours when you’ve replenished some magic and finish healing the internal injuries. Dante, you’re with me.” Then he leaves without another word or a backward glance.

Guess he thinks that his word is law.

He doesn’t know Sadie Sinclair very well then.

I can already tell he and I are going to have to have it out one of these days and it’s going to be interesting. Likely will end in an inferno of passion, but I digress. I don’t understand what his problem is with me, but I intend to find out.

Call me a cat because curiosity is killing me. Hopefully, I have nine lives like one too because something tells me I’m going to need every single one.

32

Sadie

Alittle over a day has passed since Reed dropped through the roof of our porch, obliterating it. I’ve been pacing the halls of the mansion, practically wearing a path in the carpet from my anxiety. Despite me telling myself to calm down. Reed isn’t even my mate. Not to mention we’re still not any closer to getting the answers as to why and how he got here, and why he was injured so badly.

Why here?

Why did his people attack and try to kill me at the festival?

How did they find us?

How did Reed slip through Elian’s protection ward?

So many questions, so few answers.

Kaos has been in and out of the guest room every few hours to heal Reed’s injuries a little more and I’ve been standing outside it. He opens the door, startling me out of my pacing. His stormy blue eyes lift to meet mine.

“Any news?” I question, biting one of my nails.

He shakes his head. “He needs rest to let his body recuperate.” He grabs my hand and walks me down the hall. “He’ll wake up in his own time. We can’t rush it. Vinson is on guard duty tonight.”

I nod, not knowing what else to say. I’m not sure why I’m so worried and why my stomach is in knots over it. I barely know the guy.

You barely know the Kings too.That same inner voice whispers.

Shut the hell up.I tell my consciousness.

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