Page 201 of Fangs
“When the fuck was he plannin’ on sharin’ that?”
I opened my eyes so I could look up at him. His eyes were full of furious golden sparks, and I almost grinned. It was nice to not be on the receiving end of that look.
“I am not constantly mad at you,”he rolled his eyes.
“Anymore,”I corrected, my lips twitching.“And that’s all I know, but Mac, that weapon they used… it was the Shadowbane.”
I felt him tense, but his steps remained steady. “I was afraid of that.”
“They weaponized it?” I asked, half hoping he would tell me I was wrong.
“Seems that way.”
Fuck.
“Did it feel different from when you healed Lana or the rest of us?”Mac asked.
“Maybe?”I admitted, trying to keep most of the details out of my thoughts. I wasn’t entirely sure why I was concealing it, but I didn’t want him to worry.“It was strong… stronger than Lana’s.”
His jaw clenched, but he fell quiet. We reached the bunkhouse a few seconds later.
“You want to lay down?” Mac asked. “You can take my bunk.”
“Will you sit on the couch with me?” I asked.
“Of course,” he replied.
He carried me over and sat me on the couch before sitting beside me. I felt his surprise as I curled into his side, but it faded to a happy warmth. He slid an arm around my shoulders and shifted closer so I could lay my head on his shoulder. I felt awful, nauseous, shaky, weak, and exhausted. I’d never feltsickany other times I healed people from the Shadowbane. Tired? Yes, but not sick. I was grateful he was letting me lean on him.
“You sure you’re okay?” he asked softly.
“I’m really glad you’re home,” I whispered.
His arm tightened around me. “Me too.”
I wanted to keep talking to him, but I must have dozed off shortly after that because the next thing I knew, quiet voices were speaking around me. I kept my eyes closed, listening.
“—talk to Nemo soon,” Griz said.
“He can wait,” Mac replied, his arm tightening slightly around me.
“She okay?”
“I dunno,” Mac’s voice was so low I almost didn’t hear it. “She said she was tired.”
“You sure it didn’t hurt her to heal me?” Sam spoke up, his voice rough.
“It didn’t seem like it did,” Mac responded. “Last time, it was real fuckin’ clear it was hurting her.”
There was a brief silence.
“Nemo lit into Wolf,” Griz sounded darkly pleased.
“Good,” Mac growled.
“There was blood all over the floor,” Griz added. “Nemo said she probably should’ve had stitches.”
The door creaked open, and then a feminine voice gasped.
