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There was no time to lock things up.
He needed to get a tourniquet on that arm immediately. Putting the Brother on the bed, he turned away and grabbed his first aid kit from a shelf—
“Can I have my dagger back?”
Nate froze. Then looked over his shoulder. “I’m sorry, what?”
Zsadist’s half-mast eyes were yellow as he crooked his finger. “C’mere. No, don’t turn around, just lean back.”
As Nate did what he’d been told, there was a blaze of pain in hisupper shoulder, and when he pivoted around again, the Brother had a black dagger in his palm.
“These things can’t be wasted. V gets cranky if you lose ’em.”
And then the male passed out.
“Fuck.”Nate ignored his own pain and started riffling through the white box with the red cross on the top. “Where is—got it.”
His hands were shaking, but he got the thing in place over the sleeve of the leather jacket because there was no time to strip the outerwear off: The red tide streaming out of the stab wound was like a garden hose running into a fucking flower bed.
As he cinched the tourniquet so tight it nearly amputated his own fingers, he knew it was a miracle the Brother was even still alive.
With shaking hands, he took out his phone and started making a call.
The answer was quick, thank Lassiter. “This is Manny—”
“It’s Nate on a burner. I’m here with Zsadist, out at my place. You need to get Bella here as soon as the fighting’s over. He’s lost a lot of blood.”
“Nate?”
“Yeah, it’s me.” He glanced over to the stairs and wished he’d closed them all the way down. “I’m going to give him synthetic units until she can get here, but let her know that she needs to be ready to come quick.”
“Okay, okay, all right. Good move—and I’ll send Jane out—”
“No, it’s too hot right now. And I’m not going to let him die. Tourniquet’s in place, just like he taught me.”
Hanging up, he reached under the bed and pulled out a sealed plastic bag of the synthetic stuff. Puncturing the top, he pushed the self-pack straw into the container, and put the business end to the male’s pale lips.
“Wake up, Z.Drink.You gotta drink. You can’t die on me, I’m in love with your daughter, and even though you hate me, she needs you, now more than ever—”
The sense that someone had come down the steps brought his head up, and at first, what he saw made no sense.
“Evan?”he blurted.
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
As soon as Evan bottomed out at the stairwell, he had the satisfaction of being right. Across the way, the enforcer he’d come for was putting a straw into the mouth of an enormous vampire who had a tourniquet on one arm and a puddle of blood underneath him on the bed.
And what do you know, he recognized the injured male. It was the one with the facial scar he’d first seen in that office building, who’d later tracked him the other night to Bathe.
And then the enforcer looked up and did a double take. “Evan?”
Evan could understand the surprise. He’d felt it, too, when he’d put everything together.
“You’re one of the enemy,” he said to the enforcer. “I never suspected. Then again, until now, I had no idea vampires andlesserswere real.”
“What the fuck, Evan.” The vampire straightened slowly. “What happened to you?”
I don’t know, he answered to himself.
