Page 64 of Sight of Fate

“I’ll get the healer,” he shouts, dropping the bags and rushing back inside.

“Andros, hang on. Help is coming,” I tell him, my tears falling on his cheeks. “Damn it. You still owe me an apology.”

The briefest of smiles graces his stern lips, but his eyes remain shut.

I hear a familiar buzzing sound and pat the pockets of his pants. Pulling out his phone, I see Teague’s name and start crying harder.

“Teague,” I sob. “I⁠—”

“Charli. Fuck me,” his voice breaks, and I hear him take a deep, shuddering breath. “Hearing your screams. I…I thought I lost you.”

I hear him tell someone in the background it’s me.

“Teague!” I shout, a hair away from falling apart.

“I’m here,” he says in a reassuring tone.

“Andros…is dying. Tell me…to do,” I blubber, gripping the vampire in my arms tighter. “Saved me.”

Teague sucks in a sharp breath. “Hold on. I’ve got someone here who can help.”

A cool voice comes on the line. “Charli, my name is Ronan. I need you to tell me exactly what’s going on with Andros.”

“A wolf took a chunk out of him.” I eye the holes in his shirt. “He’s been shot. At least a couple of times.” My voice trembles with the evidence of how hard he fought. “Martin plunged a needle into his neck. Told him it would make him mad.” I press a hand to his chest. “He’s barely breathing. And he won’t wake up.”

I can tell by his sharp inhale this isn’t good. “Do you believe she’s his mate?”

My mouth drops open, but I know he’s asking Teague not me. I stare down at the man who scares the hell out of me, even if he did save my life tonight, and shake my head in denial.

“Charli,” Ronan says, coming back on the line, his voice dark and soothing at the same time. “The drug Martin injected into Andros likely won’t drive him mad, but it will kill him.”

I close my eyes. He saved me, now he’s dying. Tears fall swiftly down my cheeks.

“Still with me?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Normally, I’d tell you to think long and hard about this decision, but he only has minutes. If you’re his mate, your blood will save him. But it’s going to tie you together. Forever.”

“Forever is a long time,” I whisper, stroking my fingers through his hair. I can’t fathom what that means. Not like they can. “Let me speak to Macklin.”

There’s some shuffling.

“Charli, you don’t have to do this,” Macklin’s deep voice assures me. “Andros would be the first one to understand. I promise. You can let him go.” He clears his throat as if all the words he can’t say are stuck in his throat.

“Will Teague hate me? Will you?” I ask, needing to know.

“Never,” he adamantly states, and my chest eases.

“Will he hate me?”

“I don’t know,” he says with a heavy sigh. “Maybe.”

I sniff. “He saved me. If I don’t save him, I think I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.” I watch a woman walk slowly toward me, curly auburn hair in a bun, medical bag in her hand. “How much?”

His voice is muffled, but he comes back a second later. “At least a mouthful.”

“Charli, I’m MacKenzie. I’m a healer,” the woman says softly, slowly approaching us both. She peers down at Andros. “I think he’s gone. Can I check?”