Page 88 of Patrick’s Seduction

“Buffy?” she asked.

“No, Maya. You can trust her. She’ll give you something for the pain.” He looked up. “Gabriel, tell Maya to give her some morphine.”

He knew she would be in good hands. He’d done what he could, starting the healing process with his blood. Maya would take care of the rest.

Gabriel rolled her to the ambulance, and Patrick looked at his father again. He bridged the distance between them with a few steps.

“You should have asked us to come home,” Samson said.

“Who blabbed?”

“I wouldn’t call it blabbing. And it doesn’t matter who called me.” He sighed. “Gabriel and I could have helped.”

“I know, but you know Mom doesn’t like it when you put yourself in danger.”

“And you think she likes it any better when you do the same?” He shook his head. “You were lucky tonight.”

“I know that. But we were prepared.”

“Next time, call me.”

“Alright.”

Samson pulled him into a hug. “I’m so happy everybody is alright. Wanna introduce me to your future mate?”

“You know about that too, huh?”

Samson released him from his embrace. “Nothing stays a secret very long at Scanguards. You should know that.”

Patrick shook his head, chuckling. “Come on then. I’ll introduce you to Fallon.”

They walked toward the ambulance. Gabriel stood outside, handing out human blood to those vampires who were injured. The ones who were blood-bonded to a human or a vampire hybrid received bottled blood that had been drawn from their blood-bonded mates earlier, poured into bottles, and labeled with the receiving vampire’s name. It was standard procedure to collect blood from the blood-bonded mates before a dangerous mission so that any injured vampires could be healed swiftly.

Patrick hopped into the back of the ambulance, where Maya was taking care of Fallon. Samson followed him.

“Fallon, baby,” he said softly and took her hand.

“Patrick,” she whispered, her voice weak.

“How are you feeling?”

She forced a smile. “Better.”

He locked eyes with Maya.

“I gave her morphine for the pain.”

“Thank you, Maya.” Then he looked at Fallon again. “I want you to meet my father, Samson.”

Samson leaned over her, so she didn’t have to lift her head. “Hi, Fallon. I’m very happy that you’ll soon be part of our family.”

“Thank you, Mr. Woodford.”

“Please call me Samson,” he offered. “My wife is eager to meet you too. So, get well soon, okay?”

She smiled back at him. “Yes. Thank you.”

When Samson left the ambulance, Maya said, “Patrick, you wanna lick her neck wound now? I’ve cleaned it. I wanna avoid having to sew it up.”