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Then her belly plummeted and wind whipped through her hair. They were flying.

"I'm tired," she said against Chaos’s chest, the rapid beat of his heart somehow soothing.

"Stay with me, Grace. You fucking stay with me. You hear me?"

She was cold and tired. She pressed closer, to take more of his warmth, but her limbs wouldn't work anymore. Her arms slipped from around his neck.

He cursed several times, and shook her lightly. "Grace!”

Then everything went black.

CHAPTER 16

Chaos landed on the control room balcony with Grace limp in his arms. Her skin was cold and clammy, her breathing weak.

He didn't need to take her pulse to know her heart rate had slowed. He could feel her slipping away. She was dying, her life's blood running right out of her body. He’d kept pressure on the wound at her side, but it didn't matter, she’d already lost too much blood.

Fear like he’d never experienced slammed down on him. Shoving open the steel doors, he strode in.

“Where’s Jack?” he said when Eve came rushing forward.

"Your quarters. Do you need help?”

“I’ve got her.”

Eve let him rush past, not pushing. Good thing because he was walking on a razor’s edge and the last thing he wanted to do was bark at the female when she was only trying to help.

Jack was a doctor, a demi who worked at a human hospital and was called in to treat his people when “unexplainable injuries” occurred, like demon attacks or powers gone haywire. Chaos had asked Gunner to call him before he’d taken flight.

There were demi all over the city in important and high-powered positions, and there were also a good number in the health sector. Grace’s were on their way to a human hospital since demi had the same internal makeup as humans. But Grace needed the best. And that was Jack. Plus, a hospital could mean leaving her side, leaving her unprotected while they worked on her, and right now he physically couldn’t do that, not without losing his mind completely.

Her breathing turned shallow and labored, and his panic rose. He took the elevator and when it opened on his floor, jogged the remaining distance, clutching her to him tightly, trying not to jostle her.

He burst through the door and Jack was waiting, his living room set up like a makeshift ER. Jack had the ability to see inside a patient, like a living, breathing X-ray machine, and he could speed up the healing process. He motioned for Chaos to place her on the gurney he had by the couch.

Reluctantly, Chaos laid her down.

Jack lifted each of her eyelids, flashing a light over each one. “Name?"

"Grace."

"Hi there, Grace, I'm Dr. Jack Connors. I'm going to take a look at you, okay?" She didn't move, gave no indication that she'd heard a word he'd said. Jack glanced up at Chaos. "She's your mate?"

He swallowed hard. Just hearing the other male say the words set off his possessive and protective instincts as well as calling his demon to the surface. "Yes." His voice sounded like a wounded animal. “But we haven’t…finalized things yet.”

Yet.

Suddenly the idea of not making her his was intolerable. Unacceptable. Grace was his.

The doc gave him a brisk nod. "I'll let you cut off her clothes, then. I need to see what I'm dealing with."

The guy was no idiot. The barely controlled flood of emotion swimming though Chaos’s head and pumping through his veins was no doubt written all over his face. Touch her and die.

Pulling his blade free, he cut through her shirt first. “Fuck.”

The cut to her side was narrow but deep and still oozed blood. While he worked on cutting off her leather pants—the second time he’d done it since he’d met her—the doc started doing his thing.

Placing his hand over the wound, Jack closed his eyes and went completely still. After several minutes, he turned to Chaos. "She's lucky, the knife missed her major organs."