Page 61 of Blood Bound (Blood Mafia 3)

Chapter Thirteen

Grayson

Demi takes off after Nix. I’m torn between chasing after the woman I love and checking on Lacey.

“Follow her,” Mateo commands Evelyn and Alissa.

They flit out of the club while I run to Lacey, falling to my knees and rolling her over. Her head lolls to the side. Witches, unlike the other supes, are easy to kill.

Their genetic mutation is the weakest, meaning if she’s been completely drained of blood, she’s dead.

I check her pulse and release a relieved breath when I feel a faint beat. She’s alive, barely, but she’s not dead. I can work with this.

“Is she all right?” Mateo’s question comes as a surprise considering Lacey’s always annoyed him.

“She’ll live.” I stare into his eyes when I answer, seeing a mess of emotions he’s doing a shit job of hiding. It’s a good thing our people haven’t healed and woken, otherwise the look he’s wearing would worry them all.

He nods. “Good.” Mateo goes to check on the others, leaving me to help Lacey.

I bite my wrist and press it to her lips, forcing them apart and rubbing my finger against her throat to get her to swallow. My blood will help her heal and give her strength.

I check her pulse again after a minute and am pleased to find it growing stronger. I give her another mouthful of my blood before licking my wound to seal the punctures.

“Sorry about this, Lace.” I yank my shirt off over my head and use it to mop up the sticky blood.

No one said being friends with a vampire was glamorous.

“You’ll be okay, little witch,” I whisper the words and place my fingers against her neck again. Her pulse is much stronger now.

Knowing she’s healing is enough for me to leave her side and check on Zander and Demi’s parents.

Colt’s kneeling over Zander’s body, and staring at the mess Nix made of his neck. He reaches down and gently moves the hunter’s head to line up correctly and presses his lips together.

“Stitches will help him heal faster,” Colt says when I amble over.

“They’ll only get in the way. He’ll heal within a few hours.”

“I don’t like that.”

I shrug. “Neither do I, but that’s the best we’re going to get.”

“Have I ever told you I don’t like it when you’re blunt?”

Giving him a dubious look, I shake my head. “I’m glad you’re still alive.”

That shuts him up. His green eyes flicker with confusion. We don’t generally express our emotions to each other. Even the bro code doesn’t die with immortality.

He processes my comment with a nod and glances away.

Right, note to self, don’t tell Colt you love him in a roundabout way. He gets uncomfortable. I start to move away but he stops me, placing his hand on my shoulder.

“Immortality would blow without you.”

I smile. “Love you too, Colt.”

He glares at me and flips me off.

“There’s nothing wrong with feeling things, Colt.”

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