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“I’ll be right there.” Before I could tell her where I was, my vision went black, and the world swam around me. I dropped the phone, and then darkness took over.
19
RORY
Ihad no idea where Bishop was when I left the clinic where I’d been on duty and ran to my car. He could be at the bar, at one of his offices, at home…
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I connected to him through the bond we shared. Having this kind of bond was strange. I’d never been bound to anyone, but right now, it worked like a homing beacon, and I would take it.
I peeled out of the clinic parking lot and raced through the streets of the city to the large mansion on the outskirts.
The guard let me in right away.
“I think something’s wrong,” he said to me when I opened my window.
“Yeah.”
“The Rowes were here and left like the devil was on their heels.”
“We don’t have time,” I said and sped down the driveway.
“Be alive. Be alive. Be alive,” I muttered.
Bishop was fading on the other side of our bond. He’d passed out on the phone. It wasn’t normal for an alpha to bleed out—something was seriously wrong. I could sense it, too. It was some other kind of magic, although I didn’t know what it was. I suspected dark magic. It was like a cancer, spreading fast, dragging me down. My body felt heavy so that it was hard to keep myself up. I hadn’t felt something quite like this before, although it was dark in nature.
It was all I needed to know.
The front door was open, and I ran to the bar instinctively.
Bishop lay on the floor in a puddle of blood so large, it made my throat swell shut with panic.
“No, no, no—” I climbed over the barstools and broken glass to get to him. “Come on, Bishop, this isn’t your time.” I kneeled on the floor, and the blood seeped into my pants. I cradled his head. Bishop was pale—he’d lost a lot of blood. His magic was all over the place, too. I felt it spinning, careening out of control, as if his wolf didn’t know where it was.
“It’s okay,” I mumbled, and I studied the gashes in his neck. It had been a fight—teeth had caused those wounds—but he should have healed already. The magic that clung to him was strange, foreign, and it had caused this shit.
I knew a lot about medicine. I knew how to help shifters. I knew how to run tests and find cures. I knew a lot of things, but none of that was going to help here.
The only thing that would work was magic.
I held Bishop against me, his large body limp. It wasn’t right. I closed my eyes, rocking back and forth, and tried to breathe around the lump that rose in my throat. I had to get him back. I had to figure out how to save him.
I forced myself to focus on my magic, pulsing it into him. Trying to stitch him up wasn’t going to work. I had to get his magic back on track so that he could heal himself—it was the only way to repair this much damage.
Come on, come on,I willed. He had to grab a hold of the magic I poured into him. He had to use it, to drink it in and let it add to his own magic, to stabilize him.
If he didn’t do it soon, it would be too late.
“Take it, damn it!” I shouted. “I can’t lose you like this!”
As if he heard my voice through whatever pain and anguish he’d gone through, I felt a tug at the magic. It was so subtle at first, I didn’t think it would be enough, but slowly, as I poured more into him, he took it and pulled at it, getting stronger. It settled his wolf, and his magic stabilized. After a while, Bishop’s eyes flickered open, and he moaned in pain.
I kept an eye on the wound in his neck. I watched as the blood flowed more and more slowly and eventually stopped. Before my eyes, the wound slowly knitted together, healing the way it should have from the start.
Bishop took a long while before he pushed himself up and used his own strength to stay upright. When he did, he glanced down at my pants.
“You’re covered in blood.”
“I don’t care,” I said. “Fuck, Bishop. Are you okay?”
