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“He’s alive, but he’s unable to shift. He can’t fully heal.”
“He’s had blood?” Dominique asked, her voice soft.
“The purest we could find.” Greyson kept his eyes trained on Rafe. “I’m going to have to call Viktor. Maybe even?—”
“Don’t say it.” Julian shook his head. “It’s not an option. She’s not an option.”
“Who?” Confusion swept through her.
“Ilsbeth.” His voice was soft but not quite a whisper, as if the very mention of her name would conjure a maelstrom of trouble.
“May I?” Cassia glanced to Rafe who lay motionless in bed. The large gash in his chest had sealed over with boils.
Julian looked to Greyson and back to Cassia and nodded.
She gingerly sat on the bed and reached for Rafe’s hand. Her warm fingers wrapped around his, his skin cold as ice. She closed her eyes and called on her beast. Where is the wolf?
Within the darkness of her mind, Cassia struggled to see Rafe. A wolf whined in the distance. Through the din of his cries and the chaos, she couldn’t find him. He existed but only within the obscurity of his mind.
Cassia looked up to Julian. “He’s there. I can’t see him though. His wolf is injured.”
Cassia startled as Rafe’s fingers clutched hers and his fangs descended. Though alarmed, she didn’t attempt to pull away. “He’s here … he feels me.”
“He needs to feed again.” Greyson folded his arms across his chest and blew out a contemplative breath. “It doesn’t make sense. He’s nearly drained three donors already.”
“It’s the demons. He was already compromised from his first attack,” Julian said. “He’s fighting to survive.”
“His wolf is in pain. I can hear it.” Cassia stroked the pad of her thumb along the back of his hand, holding tight. “It’s okay, Rafe. I’m here. We’re all here.”
“Then we need to get as many donors as we need to get him better.” Julian grimaced in frustration. “We need something. A spell perhaps. Magick.”
“We should get Samantha,” Dominique suggested.
Cassia’s eyes widened as a suave-looking vampire with his protruding fangs materialized in the room.
“Brother.” Greyson nodded.
“What is going on? Tell me now,” Viktor demanded.
“He’s had a run in with the fae before, yeah?” Greyson reminded him.
“Fucking Kellan. Hunter should have let him kill the son of a bitch the last time we saw him.” Viktor shook his head, his face tense with concern. “His fangs are out. He needs blood.”
“He’s already fed from three donors.”
“The first time I saved him, he was so close to death. Ilsbeth?—”
“No. Magick is fine, but we aren’t calling Ilsbeth. I’ll go get Samantha,” Julian said.
“He’s a new vampire. He truly needs to stay the hell away from Hell.” Viktor trained his eyes on Cassia, who still held Rafe’s hand. “Who are you? More importantly, what are you? I can sense your magick … interesting vibe.”
“I’m Cassia.” She glanced to Julian and attempted to remain calm. The power of all three ancients threatened to overwhelm her. “I’m chameleon.”
“Okay then, people. What are we waiting for?” Viktor clapped his hands together.
“What are you talking about now, brother?” Greyson wore an expression of annoyance.
“The chameleon is the answer, of course. Neither a wolf nor a vampire, she carries magick in her blood. One of you can supervise … make sure Rafe doesn’t get carried away. Go on, feed him.”
