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“I know,” I breathed out. “He didn’t say a word on the ride over, and I should have known, but I thought he was just uncomfortable with my injuries.”
“He was eager for the post,” Orion answered, and I could hear the self-loathing in his tone. “I assumed he was looking forward to a post with you again.”
I had nothing to say. I had no idea what he’d done or why. “Did you get him taken care of?”
“He’s in custody,” Orion said. “You can interrogate him tomorrow if you want.”
“Might leave it to someone less likely to tear his throat out,” I confessed, grimacing a little bit. “I don’t trust myself with Misha hurt.”
“How bad was it?”
I bowed my head and took a breath. “Probably not as bad as I’m imagining. My blindness has never been more frustrating, and it’s proof I’m not ready.”
“I have plenty of ways to argue that bullshit,” Orion said, moving his hand to my shoulder, “but I’m not going to do it right now.”
I appreciated it and sent a pulse of it through the pack bond. “I just want to get the fuck out of here. Misha was in pain but coherent when we got here, so I’m hoping Danyal will let him go tonight.”
The doors opened with a loud click shortly after, and I immediately knew it was the doctor. He approached with sharp steps, and I had my hand out to shake his as soon as he was close enough.
“He’s fine,” Danyal said, knowing that was the one thing I needed to hear. “He doesn’t need surgery. We gave him a local and got the bullet out. He’s getting an antibiotic in his IV right now just in case the change didn’t boost his immune system enough, but he’s already showing signs of accelerated healing.”
I wanted that to make me feel better, but it didn’t. “Do you think that means…?”
“No,” Danyal interrupted, and I heard a hint of a smile in his tone. “I don’t think that means he’ll shift with the moon. I think much like his eyes, it’s just part of his change. I’m still worried, but nothing about his x-rays are showing that his body will attempt it.”
I breathed out, but I knew I wouldn’t feel better until the moon had passed and he was still in my arms. “I want to see him.”
“Of course. Once he’s finished with this round of IVs, he can go home, but he’s been asking for you since he was brought back.”
Danyal’s arm replaced Orion’s, but I stopped him and turned to my second. “You’ll wait for us?”
“Not going anywhere,” Orion promised gruffly.
I let Danyal take me down familiar hallways, though it was nice to know that Misha was here instead of trapped in the lab. The smell of emergency medicine was enough to send me back to my arrival when things were at their worst, but the closer I got to Misha, the more I could feel him under my own skin.
We came to the bed, and I followed the path from Danyal’s arm to the railing, then trailed my hands up until they were on Misha’s face. His cheeks were raised in a grin, and I dipped my forehead, pressing our noses together.
“You scared the shit out of me,” I murmured.
He turned his face to kiss me, a slow, sweet thing, which I savored for as long as he’d let me. “I’m okay. I mean, it hurts like a bitch, but it was stuck in the muscle. Not even a fracture.”
I still wanted to tear Sanderson’s limbs from his body, make his death slow and painful, but being near Misha was enough to take the edge off my rage. “Orion’s waiting for us when you’re done, and Dr. Bereket says we can go home after this.”
“Thank god,” Misha breathed, then kissed me again. “I just want to be in our bed.”
Our bed, I thought. There was a time when the idea that those two simple words could bring me such joy would have made me scoff and viciously mock the person who said them. And now it was the only place I wanted to be.
Chapter Eighteen
MISHA
Getting shot was the second worst pain I have ever felt, though I knew mostly it was the shock of it. And as I came to after Danyal removed the bullet and gave me the good shit in my IV, I felt a sort of pulsing rage because the moment right before the bullet tore into me had been one of the most important in my life.
Seeing Kor transform the way he did—the way his body shifted and molded itself into a gorgeous wolf—was something I would never forget. And I could sense his fear and hesitation, but when I touched him, the bond strengthened. I knew what he needed after that, so I guided him through the clearing until he could breathe again, and then I stepped back and watched him run.
If I died in a few days, I would die satisfied that I had given him something back.
And then death almost came for me. The bullet hit my leg, but I had a feeling the shooter had been aiming a lot higher. My body was healing, but not the same way a Wolf did. No one seemed to have any answers as to why—if the shooter was aiming for me or Kor, if it was a mistake. And I wanted to know, but it was hard to care when we were finally back in our bed, in our little home, with his body wrapped possessively around me.
