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“Relax. I’m not here for trouble. Chase is reclined in the backseat.”
Della started to the car as her questions started forming. How had Chase ended up with this man? Had Chase been lying about going to a prison? Had he even quit the council?
“I wanted to take him to a doctor but he refused. Said you would take care of him.”
Her questions stopped with his words. Take care of him? She was so not a nurse.
“He needs blood quick. He said he had plenty at his cabin.”
“How bad is he?” she asked, but didn’t wait for his answer. Instead she opened the car door and lifted back the seat to see for herself. The smell of blood hit and hit hard. Her gut tightened.
“It looks serious,” Kirk said.
The words sent sharp pain to her heart. Chase lay there, dead still, his shirt covered in deep red stains. His eyes were closed. Was he even conscious? Could he be…?
She didn’t breathe until she saw his chest move to take in air.
“What happened?” She looked back over her shoulder at Kirk.
“Just a little trouble,” Chase said before Kirk answered.
Della swung her head back around and saw his lids flutter open.
“And it’s not that serious.” He shifted.
“Do you need a doctor?” she asked.
“I would feel better if he allowed me to take him to one,” Kirk spoke up. “I can get him there in less than five minutes.”
“No.” Chase’s tone was so adamant that it seemed to mean something.
Della looked at the blood on his shirt and worried how bad the injury was. Sure, vampires healed, but if something was really damaged, they could still die. “But if you need—”
“No.” Chase’s eyes met hers as if trying to tell her something, but damn it, mind-reading wasn’t her specialty.
Chase pushed against the seat to sit up. “All I need is some blood and the ointment.” He slumped back down in the seat. “And maybe a little help getting out of the car.”
She moved the front seat up so she could reach Chase.
“Do you need me to help?” Kirk asked.
Chase looked up at her, and ever so slightly shook his head.
“No,” Della said. “I can do it.”
She got Chase out of the car. His arm came around her shoulders, and she had to latch her hand around his hip to keep him from falling over. When she did, he flinched. That’s when Della realized his shirt was even bloodier in the back than in the front.
“Go home,” Chase said to the older vampire. “I’ll be fine.”
As she walked Chase to the gate, she heard Kirk pull away. When she knew they were far enough away that he couldn’t hear, she said, “You’ve got some explaining to do.”
“Can I just concentrate on not passing out right now and explain later?” His pain sounded in his voice, and her chest swelled with sympathy.
“You need a doctor,” Della said, the smell of his blood overpowering.
“Give me fifteen minutes after I drink the blood and use the ointment, and if I’m still bad, call your good friend Steve.”
Della frowned at his tone and the idea of calling Steve. Not that she doubted that he would help. He would.
