Page 49 of The Omega's Bloodlinem: Part Two

“Not if I can help it.”

I punched in the code and held down the button to broadcast over the nest speakers. “Anyone with medical experience, specifically surgery, please report immediately to the infirmary.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Yelena had always talked about eating Kendrick, but I never thought she would actually try. She was the onestoppingfights, not getting involved in them.

If Logan died, we were so fucked. We might be anyway. If she was seriously injured there was no way she could charge the warding.

But more importantly, she wasn’t allowed to die. It would destroy too many. I hadn’t even gotten that close to her yet and panic was still a shackle around my throat at the thought of losing her.

A few members of the nest rushed up to the infirmary, and I met them at the doors.

“I was an army medic,” the first said, a chimp shifter named Dembe. “It’s been a few years, but I’m happy to help.”

“Go through.”

The next was a bright-eyed fox shifter. “I was an anaesthesiologist assistant before I moved here.”

I passed her along to Sarah. The next ones were slightly less useful at the moment, but we had a snake shifter with training in post-surgical care, and a crane shifter with a degree in veterinary medicine.

I dragged Seth and Caden out of there so we wouldn’t be in anyone’s way. “She’s in good hands.”

“She should be in a fucking hospital. You guys aren’t set up for this,” Caden hissed.

Seth looked like he was ready to fall over. Shit. He would be feeling everything she was, though thankfully not to the same degree.

“You need to sit.” I shoved him onto one of the chairs. “Wait here.”

I set off for the dining hall and poked my head through the kitchen doors.

“What the fuck is going on?” Chef Estrella asked before I could open my mouth

“Protector Logan is seriously injured. Protectors Yelena and Kendrick are confined to their suites on medical leave. We’llneed trays sent up to both of them, and I need some juice so Seth doesn’t fall on his face.”

“I’ll bring up a carafe,” Florencia said. “We’ll make some things appropriate for Protector Logan when she’s ready to eat.”

“You’re all angels. Thank you.”

Shakti caught me as the kitchen door swung shut. “Velda, what the fuck?”

I relayed the same information to her as I had to Estrella and Florencia.

“What is the matter with everyone regarding this witch? They’re all losing their minds.”

“Judge later. You and I are in charge and everyone is freaking the fuck out.”

“I’ll handle it.” Shakti went over to one of the panels. “All nest residents not currently engaged in essential work, please return to your suites immediately. Meals will be taken in shifts. Your cooperation is appreciated. We will answer all questions when we have answers.”

I wasn’t so convinced people would listen that easily, and said as much.

“It’ll at least be fewer people in the crosshairs if anyone else panics. We can deal with stragglers one at a time if we need to.”

I didn’t want to deal with stragglers. I wanted to pace uselessly outside the infirmary and wait for news about Logan. Shakti must have sensed that.

“Go. I’ll call you if I need backup.” She muttered something about the witch enchanting me too, but in that moment I didn’t care.

Florencia followed me with a cart, the top filled with glasses, juice, and cookies. I forced the glass on Seth when we arrived, and Florencia browbeat Caden into one as well.

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