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Gabriel sighed, and the reluctance in his expression told me to prepare myself. “You’re going to go downhill fast,” he said softly to Grace. “The rate of growth from last week, and still untreated?” He looked back at the scans like they might have changed in the last five minutes.
“What’s the timeline look like?” Grace asked.
“Hard to say. We’re at the phase where things will begin to move exponentially. You’ll lose your gross motor functions soon. Your speech will decline. You’ll lose the ability to care for yourself.”
“I can take care of her.” The response was automatic.
Gabriel nodded. “Of course. And when the time comes and swallowing fails you, we’ll prep for a feeding tube to keep your body as strong as possible so you can fight.”
Grace snorted. “If this is a fight, then I’m getting my ass handed to me.”
“What about surgery?” I asked, leaning forward.
“I told you I don’t want that,” Grace snapped. “I don’t want to spend my last days recovering from an attempt to hack out the tumor, or throwing up from radiation, Ajax. If it was any other kind of cancer, I’d consider it, but this is glioblastoma. The mortality rate is pretty much…everyone.” She yanked her hand from mine.
“I understand completely that this isyourchoice.” My voice lowered lethally. “But don’t I at least deserve to know what options there are if you were to change your mind?”
“Guys.” Gabriel waved his hand. “Surgery isn’t an option anymore. Not that it really was before, but the spread is…” He looked at me with something worse than compassion. It waspity. “There’s nothing to do at this point. She should really say her farewells to the people she loves outside these walls.”
I sat back in the chair. How the fuck was I supposed to accept that?
The door behind us swung open and Saint stormed in looking more haggard than normal, and the look in his eyes—
I stood. “Saint?”
“I know where he is.” He blew by without another word, shoving through the infirmary doors and heading upstairs.
“Go,” Grace said. “He needs you.”
I moved quickly, scooping her into my arms. “I’m not leaving you to navigate the steps on your own.” Glancing toward Gabriel, I nodded out of respect. “Thank you for all you continue to do for my mate.”
The answering bob of his head was sad.
I sped Grace up the steps, then followed the sounds of arguing to the library. Seconds later, we made it into the room just ahead of the other assassins, who had all come running.
Spotting an empty couch in the two-story library, I slowed and gently set Grace down, then turned to face Saint and Jocelyn, who weren’t keeping their voices down despite Alek standing with his arms crossed beside them.
“Because I know the territory!” Saint seethed, his hands curling into fists.
“And youdareinsinuate that Luna would know? That she’d shelter that bloodmad lunatic?” Jocelyn shouted, her hair beginning to rise around her.
Oh shit.
Benedict sped by me in a whirl of air, putting himself between Saint and his mate. “That’s close enough.”
“Fuck me,” Zachariah muttered, moving closer to Saint. Every hunter in the room did.
Every assassin? They stood in front of Jocelyn.
Scratch that. Theytriedto stand in front of her. She shoved her way through the line of males to stand at Benedict’s side. “If she knew, she would have told me.”
“Be that as it may, I’ve seen flashes of the house Aurora was taken to at first,” Saint growled. “And it’s in Greenbriar territory.Witchterritory.”
“The Greenbriars were tossed off witch land,” Jocelyn argued, baring her teeth. “My sister is a good queen. An honorable queen. She wouldn’t allow that coven to exist in her territory.”
“I know what I saw.” Saint glowered at her, giving her a look that would have sent seasoned fighters running for the hills.
“What you saw?” Jocelyn tossed back. “Where?”
