‘Why have we come this way?’ he asked.
And I’m not scared anymore. Isn’t that weird? She should be terrified. She was dying, and she knew it. But she felt peaceful. I love you. She should have told him that before. Super shit timing, haven’t I? She heard Dawn and Madisyn sniffling, wanted to tell them to take care of Ryan. But she was sinking again, and everything seemed so far away.Her eyes closed again, and Ryan’s heart slammed against his ribs. Kenna, look at me. She didn’t. He shook her. Open your eyes. Her sluggish heartbeat stuttered and their bond began to wink out. No.
Hands yanked at him. Get the fuck off me! They didn’t. They pulled at him, ignoring his efforts to fight them off, and dragged him away. He couldn’t get back to her, couldn’t fight them; he’d pumped most of his strength into Makenna and wasn’t able to—Easy, Ryan! Just give her some room! If you want your mate to live, give her some room!He stilled, only then noticing Ally squatting beside his mate. The Seer could heal, he remembered. Derren and Dante released him, and his knees nearly buckled.
Don’t let her die, Madisyn hissed at Ally.Hands on Makenna’s stomach, Ally looked at him. You’re going to have to help me, Ryan; she’s hanging on by a thin thread.
Ryan went back to his mate and held her hand, trying to push what little strength he had left into her, whether it knocked him unconscious or not. But the bond was too weak to take it.
Ally’s eyes stayed closed as she did . . . whatever the hell she did. Unlike when Taryn healed, the wound didn’t glow. He couldn’t tell what the fuck was happening. It was only when Makenna’s heartbeat steadied that hope trickled through him. He tightened his grip on her hand as her pulse quickened and their bond strengthened.‘Seen who?’ asked Erika.
‘There seemed to be quite a few handsome young men in and out of Dr Munro’s house in the past few weeks,’ said Claude.Erika looked at Moss. ‘Can you be more specific?’
‘You know, muscly types,’ said Marie. ‘I thought the first one was some sort of hunky workman that Dr Munro had employed, but then the next day a different young man knocked on the door and went in. He was so good-looking. Sort of high-end good-looking, if you know what I mean.’‘Like a rent boy?’