Chapter 37

The drive into the nearby city was agonising, every bump and turn made the pain in my back a thousand times worse, and i may have blacked out once or twice. Sometimes even i can’t handle the boundaries of a human body, and i have lived with one my entire life. Maybe i should asked to be turned, that would really make my family mad. My father would have a heart attack, maybe a stroke, either way, I'd be on the most wanted list.
I'd love to see his face when Sean goes home without me, he’s going to flip his shit, and the council is going to be even worse. This is the third or fourth time i have evaded them, and they do not take kindly to failure.
Mihai says i have lost a lot of blood, and i believe him, he would know, he can sense it in my veins. Or the lack of it, i suppose.
“How much longer?” i ask, clutching the seat in front of me so my back doesn’t bounce so much.
If we don’t get there soon, it is going to be me who loses my shit, this fucking hurts.
Note to self; don’t get hit by a spiked club again.
Mihai frowns, “Not much longer, a couple more turns.”
I groan, slamming my head against the seat, not caring that the driver can feel it.
I am getting sleepy, and that isn’t good, not good at all. It means the wounds are worse than i thought, and if we don’t get there soon, i am going to black out for the fourth time, and i don’t know that I'll ever open my eyes again.
The human body is strong in so many ways, but it is easy to destroy it, and once the heart stops, it is very hard to get it going again.
Mihai leans forward, talking to the driver in a language i don’t understand, but just by the tone of his voice i know he is angry. Really angry.
Maybe he is threatening him, he does that a lot.
The car jolts, sending me flying backwards as it speeds down the road, my back slamming into the seat just as the world turns black.
When i wake, i don’t recognise anything about where i am, or maybe i do, but my brain can’t piece any of it together. There are wires in my arm and attached to my chest, and there is an annoying beeping noise somewhere close to me.
I'm going to smash whatever is making that horrendous high pitched racket, it’s giving me a headache, or i will, if i can get my eyes to open again.
The light is too bright, and so are the white walls, they’re blinding me, and it all smells like bleach.
I groan, rolling onto my back to try and get comfortable again, perhaps so i can get some sleep, but the moment my back touches the hard mattress, i scream, pain thundering through me like a lightning bolt hitting the earth.
Someone is by my side in a second, helping me to roll back onto my side, i can’t see them, but i know his voice, and it makes me smile. It's Mihai.
I open my eyes again, his dark figure blocking some of the light so that it is easier to see. “There you are.” I whisper.
He smiles, “You had me worried for a second there, little spitfire.”
I laugh a little, and then wince at the pain it causes, “Spitfire?” i ask.
Mihai sits beside my legs, leaning closer, “Yeah, we all think so, you should have been born a Nati, you have the temperament of one of us.”
I smile, trying not to laugh. “Good to know, I'll fit right in.”
This time, it’s him who laughs, “I’m sure you will, as soon as we get you out of this place.”
I nod, humming in agreement, “Yeah, and where are we exactly?”
“We are at a small hospital, it is meant just for my kind, but i pulled some strings.” He frowns, his eyes harbouring guilt. “It was too risky to take you to a normal hospital.”
“Yeah.” I murmur, “I figured it wouldn’t be a normal human hospital. There would be too many questions.”
He nods, seeming relieved that i understand. He takes my injured hand in his, gently not to catch the bandaged wound, and then he kisses each one of my fingers.
“I’m sorry you were hurt.” He says, “I should have known the hunters knew the location of that warehouse; it is the one most commonly used by my people.”
I shrug, wincing at the pain, “Don’t worry about it, you aren’t the only one to blame, if it wasn’t for me, we wouldn’t have been there.”
“You’re wrong.” He says, shaking his head, “It isn’t your fault, even if you did use the phone to call your father.”
“You knew about that?” i ask, my cheeks turning pink.
Fuck. Is he angry?
“You wanted to speak to your dad, i cannot fault you for that, whether it gave our position away or not.” He looks me in the eye, slight anger hiding behind the kindness of his voice, “But i would hope that you won’t do it again, not after last night.”
I nod, “I definitely won’t, I'm sorry.”
When did he become so understanding? It looks like i am not the only one who has changed in the time we have spent together.
He leans so close i can feel his breath on my cheek, “If you weren’t injured, I'd show you exactly what happens to naughty girls.”
My heartbeat thumps in my ears as i gasp a breath, heat pooling between my legs, even injured, i have needs. Needs that he created.
I was never fussed about sex, not until he came along, and now, i cannot get enough of it.
My body is broken, but my mind is alive, and i want it so bad that it hurts.
I want to feel bliss in a way that only he can give me, and i don’t want to wait until i am better.
“Show me.” I say breathlessly.
He smiles, gently helping me onto my hands and knees, and though my hands burns when i push pressure though it, along with my leg, i am ready to take whatever he will give me.
I gasp when his mouth locks around my clit, unable to stop the small, excited squeal from leaving my lips, my back arching as pleasure slithers down my spine.
No matter how many times he touches my body, it comes alive in a way that is only for him, it is addictive, and I'm happy to be an addict. So fucking happy.