Page 11 of Night Fury
“Yes, but it’s going to take a while. We were really close to losing her, but I think she stayed around for you.” Mya flexed her fingers again, sending more blood into Johanna. “You did well, Luke, but you’re going to need some of my blood too.”
He frowned at that. “I do? Why?”
“Because you look like you were on death’s door with her. Your skin is pale, your eyes are glazed over, and I can hear your heart beating a mile a minute.” Mya lifted her free hand to his mouth. “Drink.”
Luke looked at her for a moment to judge if she was sure. When she narrowed her eyes, he clasped onto her arm and bit into her wrist. Blood squirted into his mouth, and he slurped it down. He squeezed her wrist as her healing magic hit him like a sucker punch, flowing through his veins and into the pathways that fed his organs. Every part of him felt revitalized, his vision clearer, hearing sharper, senses stronger.
Slowly Luke released Mya’s wrist and found that the pain he felt before had vanished. Luke turned his gaze back to his mate. Johanna’s skin seemed rosier, and his soul sung in praise. “Thank you.”
“Where did you find her?” Greg asked as he continued to coat Johanna’s wounds in Mya’s blood.
“At my back door.” Luke stroked his fingers over Johanna’s hair. “I don’t understand how she got here. I didn’t sense anyone.”
The mood in the room shifted as each of his family members went on high alert. Greg turned to Daniella. “Baby, could you check the environment while I make sure the house is clear?”
She nodded. “Of course.”
Luke took the cup of blood from Dani’s hands, and she closed her eyes, calling on her magic. Static electricity sizzled the air, making Luke’s hairs stand on end as he tended to his mate. He kept his mind on Johanna, trusting Dani and Greg to be the supportive shield he needed right now.
“The house is clear,” Greg said.
A few moments later, Dani said, “There’s no one outside or in the surrounding land either.”
“I don’t know how she got here”—Luke looked over Johanna again—“but I’m happy she’s here.”
Beside him, Mya nodded and retracted her hand from Johanna’s wound, healing the gash on her hand in the blink of an eye. “That’s all that matters. She’s here, safe, and she’s healing.”
Luke released the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “How long will it take her to recover?”
“Give her a few hours.” Mya handed the cup to Greg who took it to the sink and began to clean up the items they’d used.
“Can I move her? I don’t want her to wake up to … this.” Luke swallowed, gesturing to the evidence of Johanna’s injuries.
Mya shook her head. “No, I wouldn’t just yet. But if you have a loose shirt or jacket, we could put that on her.”
“I’ll change her.” Luke brushed his fingers over Johanna’s head, a gentle, light caress. “Dani, can you—”
“I’ve got it,” she said, walking off in the direction of his bedroom.
Mya continued to gather the towels around Johanna before setting off to the laundry room. Luke called out to her, stopping her in her tracks. “Thank you for saving her.”
Mya gave a stiff nod before she left.
Thank you for saving me.
CHAPTER 6
Five hours had passed. Johanna’s breathing was mostly normal, which settled some of the fear in Luke’s chest, but she was still unconscious. Sometimes her pulse raced under his fingertips, but it didn’t seem to be from any type of external stimulus. She didn’t respond to his voice, to him trying to initiate a telepathic connection with her, his touch, nothing.
Mya gave him the okay to get her cleaned up, knowing Johanna had enough of her blood in her system that any major damage would have been repaired. But even Mya was at a loss as to why Johanna wouldn’t stir.
It’s fine. Everything will be okay. Everything is okay.
His mate was under his roof, at his side, in his very arms. It was simply not possible that anything could be wrong, but if something was then he would fix it. For now, Luke would start with what he could control.
He carried Johanna into his bedroom, and didn’t stop until he reached bathroom and shut the door behind them. Luke rested her in a corner and drew them a bath before removing the blanket he’d wrapped her in. Then he began gently peeling away the stuck remnants of her clothing. He kept glancing at her face, just in case she opened her eyes in the middle of him undressing her, but she did not.
Luke removed his own clothes, gathered the garments together and tossed them into the trash. Even if they could be salvaged and the blood removed, he did not want the reminder of how he’d found his mate.
