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“Nice to meet you,” I say, then gently grab his chin to make him look me in the eyes. His pupils are too dilated for my liking, nearly covering the whole area, although his eyes seem to be quite dark by nature. “Grayden, I need you to be honest with me. Did you take any drugs tonight?”
“If you’re accusing me of being high, then it’s all your fault,” Grayden slurs, his eyelids drooping. “I must be addicted to your beauty because I want you closer.”
Before I can react, Grayden puts a hand behind my head and pulls me closer. The kiss never comes because, in the next moment, someone grabs him by the collar and forcefully drags him on his feet.
“Don’t you dare touch her,” Liam growls, bringing his face dangerously close to Grayden.
“Let go of him,” I order, jumping on my feet to get Liam away from Grayden. “Don’t you see that he’s drunk?”
Liam’s eyes widen. The look on his face is one of disbelief. “He’s not worth your trouble, Helia.”
“I decide who is and who’s not worth it!” I snap, unable to suppress my anger at his meddling. “You should go back inside. I got this.”
A flicker of hurt flashes across Liam’s face. He abruptly releases the collar of Grayden’s shirt, then he puts his arm around my shoulder, leaning against me for support.
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Liam says, then turns on his heel and walks back into the Base Club.
“You and I both,” I mutter as I help Grayden to sit down again.
“Your boyfriend’s a jerk,” Grayden announces, and when he meets my eyes, his pupils are even more dilated. I cup his cheeks to keep him from moving as I try to get a better look.
Grayden’s friend picks that moment to come out of the Base Club and lets out a low whistle. “Damn, mate. You work fast.”
I shoot him a glare before returning my attention back to Grayden. “Your friend needs to go to a hospital for a CT scan,” I tell the man-bun guy. “His pupils are blown, and I want to rule out a brain injury.”
“Bloody hell,” the man-bun guy curses and kneels next to us, turning Grayden’s face his way so he can get a better look at him.
I use the opportunity to get up and pull my phone out. Even though the hospital’s right across the street, I want them to be prepared for our arrival. Before I can give them a call, the man-bun guy waves me over.
“He’s fine,” he tells me. “Look.”
I furrow my brows in disbelief but do as he says. Joining the man-bun guy on the ground and use my thumb to lift up Grayden’s eyelids. I check the right one first before moving on to the left one, and then back to the right.
“That’s impossible,” I mutter under my breath, but it must’ve been loud enough because the man-bun guy heard me.
“I told you he’s fine,” he tells me and proceeds to pull Grayden on his feet.
“He should still go to a hospital,” I insist, but the guy shakes his head.
“No way,” he tells me. “I’ll take him home, then call a family doctor to check on him in the morning.”
“That’s too late,” I argue. “A lot of things can happen in those hours.”
“Do you have a better idea?” he challenges, and I know that it’s pointless to suggest taking him to the hospital again.
“Yes,” I say with a resigned sigh. “We’ll take him to my place. I’ll keep an eye on him there.”
CHAPTER 3
Grayden
My head keeps pounding like someone’s using it to play drums. There’s a consistent background ringing in my ears and something that sounds a lot like my heartbeat. My stomach isn’t at its best either, which is a new thing for me.
If you ever felt like healing us, now’s the time, I silently urge my wolf to wake up and do his job.
Too weak, he mumbles back.
That’s when bits and pieces of my memory come back, including the one where I accidentally smoked Lord Lincoln’s new drug. He did mention that it slows down the wolf’s healing, but I didn’t expect it to come with a killer hangover. This must be how humans feel after a night of drinking.
