Page 50 of Desired By her Alien Prince

Even though I didn't particularly harbor any generous emotions toward the men at the moment—they had tried to kill Azazel—part of my foggy mind reminded me that they came to save me.

Alex wasn't a bad man. I didn't know him very well, but he had been nice enough during what little time we had spent together. In another life he would have been the father of my children had everything gone the way the Order had planned. In that other life, I might have even cared for him, but in this one, there was only Azazel and always would be.

Still, I couldn't watch him kill Alex and Ben, my brother.

"Azazel," I croaked, realizing I barely made a sound. My voice was already weak from losing too much blood. Still, he heard me.

"Fay!"

"Please don't… kill… them…" I managed before darkness enveloped me.

Inearlylostmymind after I sealed Fay's wounds with my venom and called the guards to have the two males taken away for a later interrogation.

We didn't have a healer aboard theAsphodelsince Daemons didn't get sick and injuries were usually cured by Nayphyllym blood, but Marduk arrived with Azubah in tow—both were awakened by the commotion.

Azubah's parents manufactured hospital supplies and Azubah thought that Fay needed rest and a possible blood transfusion, but she admitted she didn't know how to do that.

Seth and Lilith rushed to Adama to find a doctor while I sat next to Fay's bedside after I cleaned her and the bedding, praying that I wouldn't lose her now. I racked my brain over how I could have prevented this. For me it was clear that this had something to do with Fay's parents, I had seen the glimmer in her mother's eyes during our brief visit. Had even wondered at the time what she was up to. Well, now I knew. That didn't make it any better though.

For the first time, I got a glimpse of what Fay had gone through during all our lifetimes and wondered how she had managed to stay sane when she watched me die.

I held her cold, small hand in mine while I rested my head on our interlocked fingers.

Why? I wondered. After all we endured in our past lives, why was this happening now? We had been so close to finding happiness.

"Fay, don't leave me," I begged.

I couldn't bear the thought of a world without her and knew without a doubt that, should the unthinkable happen, I would kill the two bastards who dared attack us in the middle of the night while we slept in the most cowardly way, before I would find a way to kill myself. I wouldn't be able to take another breath without her.

Already the heart that was only beating for her was hurting like hell. This pain was like nothing I had ever experienced, and Behlial had handed out plenty of punishments for me to compare it with.

Her breathing was shallow and her heartbeat weak. I would have given mine for hers if it had been an option. Instead, I was forced to sit by her bedside and pray that Seth and Lilith could find a doctor to administer the blood transfusion, whatever that was.

With a small smile, I regarded my brave little warrior. She had fought so hard against the two males attacking us and had given herself a life-threatening injury to save me. Didn't she know I didn't deserve to live, least of all without her?

Finally, Seth and Lilith returned with another female in tow. She was an Adama, but she fearlessly instructed us on what to do, and once she was over her astonishment that Fay's blood type was one she had only ever read about, she tested the other seven maidens and declared Lilith's blood compatible with Fay's. There was a quick fuss with Seth when the doctor began to take blood from Lilith, but she managed to soothe him enough to extract just the right amount the doctor needed to save Fay.

Grateful to my brother and his mate, I spent another few hours at Fay's bedside, watching as color slowly returned to her features. Finally, her lashes fluttered.

I pressed her hand. "Fay?" I asked, not daring to hope the gods were gracious enough to return her to me.

"Azazel?" Her voice was weak, so weak, my heart bled for her.

"I'm here, karamia, all will be well," I choked.

First her eyes were unfocused as they turned to me, but they gradually became more alert, and a smile curved her lips. "You're alright."

That her first thought was for me, crumbled me. How I deserved this beautiful, generous creature was beyond me, but I vowed I would spend the rest of my life being thankful for her.

"Yes, I'm alright," my voice broke, and real tears welled in my eyes. For the first time in over three hundred years, I cried. "Thanks to you."

"It worked," she exhaled loudly, and her smile became even more beatific.

I kissed her fingers, nearly crushed them because I held them so tightly. I tasted salt on my lips as my tears fell, but nothing compared to the relief of hearing her talk and seeing her smile.

"Oh, karamia, never do that again," I pleaded. "Never endanger yourself to save me."

She sat up on the bed with effort, and with her other hand, the one not tethered to a bag of Lilith's blood, she caressed my face. "You can't ask that of me, Azazel. I would do this again and again, don't you know that?"

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