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I couldn’t hold myself back anymore.
Pushing the door open, I stepped into the room.
Eli grimaced when he saw me.
“What happened to him?” I barely recognized my own voice.
Eli didn’t answer right away.
I gave him a minute before crossing the room and taking the phone from him.
“Who is this?” Somehow, my voice didn’t shake.
“Jasper,” the one on the other line said. “I imagine this is Elodie?”
“Yes. Tell me what happened.”
There was a moment’s pause before Jasper spoke again. “August has been getting in fights. In the prison. He doesn’t start them, but he finishes them. He’s killed a dozen other prisoners already. The last guy to challenge him was a particularly nasty werewolf.”
“And?”
“And he’s in bad shape. In the infirmary. It’ll be a week or so before he’s fully healed.”
“A week? Don’t supernaturals heal fast?”
“Yes.”
So when Jasper said bad shape he meant on death’s door.
“What are the odds he won’t pull through?”
Jasper was silent for a moment. “Pretty low,” he finally said. “He’s got someone to fight for now.”
Me.
He was talking about me.
I squeezed my eyes shut. “He’s not going to survive six months in there, is he?”
“It’s possible, but not likely.”
“And he knew that, going in?”
“Dragons run the prison, El. Everyone inside hates us. On top of that, we have to be chained so we can’t shift, when we’re serving time.”
So August couldn’t defend himself in his dragon form, even though the other prisoners probably had access to their magic.
And they would all be targeting him.
That was why he knew he couldn’t let me go with him. Because it would be a miracle if he survived—but there wasn’t a chance I would.
“I need to see him,” I said.
“That’s not possible.”
“Then make it possible, Jasper. He shouldn’t be alone while he’s healing, and I’m his mate. Or sort of his mate. That means something, doesn’t it? Even if he doesn’t want me, I just spent heat with him. Maybe I can talk to the dragons and convince them to let him go earlier or something? Eli said they want to know how we made it through without sealing the bond. Can I bargain with that?”
The words were spewing from me, almost nonsensically. It didn’t matter whether or not I made sense. I just wanted to see August, to make sure he was okay.
