Page 19 of Only Fangs

He’d acted like a fucking baby vampire during his first feeding, and like a baby vampire, he rushed to find his sire.

“Mordyn!” he called as he entered the building, though his voice was swallowed up by the noise of the club.

He didn’t care about the stares that the patrons shot his and Collin’s way.

“Mordyn!” he shouted again, searching for his sire among the crowd of dancers on the dance floor.

Finally, he spotted Mordyn’s purple-streaked silver hair to the side of the club, where he stood talking to a very attractive young lady.

Mikael elbowed his way through the crowd to get to him, thanking his lucky stars that his sire always chose hair colorsthat made him stand out. Mordyn frowned when he laid eyes on Mikael. “What happened?” he demanded immediately, striding over to get a better look at Collin.

“He needs medical assistance,” Mikael said quickly, not bothering to explain the situation in detail. “Now.”

Mordyn’s eyes flickered over Collin and then returned to Mikael’s face.

Mikael could read in his expression that he had questions, but that could wait.

“That’s a case for Sterling, don’t you think?”

Of course. Sterling was the coven’s doctor and if Mikael hadthoughtinstead of panicking, he would have reached that conclusion himself. “Right,” he managed to choke out.

Mordyn put his hand on Mikael’s shoulder, squeezing briefly. “It’s alright. Come.”

With a quick gesture, he motioned for Mikael to follow him as he headed toward the stairs. They went down, leaving behind the music and the crowd until they reached the private part of the building where the coven members lived. Mordyn led him to the small infirmary, which honestly, they only kept around for emergencies like this.

Accidents happened on busy club nights.

Mikael had never had to bring anyone here, though. He had perfect control of himself, and he never bit anyone while drunk.

But obviously, his control was not as perfect as he’d thought it was.

Sterling looked up as they entered. His expression shifted to one of concern as he noticed the unconscious Collin in Mikael’s arms.

Quickly, the doctor gestured at the closest bed. “Lay him down.” He didn’t bother asking what happened, could probably tell just by looking at Collin and the guilty expression on Mikael’s face.

As soon as Collin was on a flat surface, he started working. His movements were quick and efficient as he checked Collin’s vitals and hooked him up to an IV line. “What is he?”

“What do you mean?” Mikael asked.

“Shifter? Mage?” Sterling suggested. “You had his blood, you should know.”

“I don’t know,” Mikael admitted. “He doesn’t taste like a mage or a shifter. He doesn’t taste like anything else I've ever had.”

Sterling raised an eyebrow as he continued examining Collin. “Well, he needs a blood transfusion. I’ll give him mage blood for now. At worst, it’ll make him a little loopy.”

“Will he be okay?”

Sterling looked at him like a headmaster might look at a student who’d done something exceptionally stupid. “He won’t die.” He sighed as he checked Collin’s blood type and started a transfusion.

Mikael fidgeted, wishing there was something he could do. “I… Thank you. For your help.”

“Don’t thank me. Just try not to make a habit of bleeding your playthings out on our premises.”

Plaything.

The word stung Mikael in a way he hadn’t anticipated. Collin wasnothis plaything. “I didn’t mean to hurt him. It wasn’t like that.”

“I’m sure.”

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