The Dark City Chronicles ⁓ Book Three
The apocalypse looms ever closer! Steamy romance, heart-stopping action, seductive vampires, magic that defies nature, sprinkles of dark-humor, and, as always, the everlasting bonds of friendship.
Hannah's strug...
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"Will Lucas be alright?"
Rubbing a palm over his sleep-mussed hair, Kane opened the topmost drawer of the pine dresser near the door. There were dark bruises on his face that hadn't been there last night. He was shirtless, and a bandage was tied around his shoulder from where a gunshot had thankfully missed but burned his skin.
"Yeah," Kane replied tiredly. "Kiernan gave him blood early this morning."
Did he sleep more than an hour last night?
"He needs more than a few days of rest," Hannah said. "You know, to recover."
"We need him with us when we see Henrik, but, yeah, it doesn't look like he'll be on his feet for a while."
Sitting on the bed, Hannah pulled her legs under her, back propped by pillows. Her heart leapt against her chest unpleasantly. "You think you'll run into trouble?"
"There's always trouble."
The coldness in Kane's voice made her anxious. He'd been this way since they'd returned from the magic shop. From the amount of blood that Lucas slicked the kitchen tiling with, she had thought he was going to die. Remembering how pale he had looked and how desperate Kane's voice had been when they burst through the back door made her nauseous.
They'd had to hike past the wards, and Lucas wasn't doing well after bleeding for so long.
Flitting between consciousness, Lucas had laughed at their worried faces.
She had hated that the most.
She glanced at the far side of the bed. A head of fair hair peeked from the pile of blankets, which rose subtly. Reid had come to their bed after the chaos last night. He was still asleep, or he was faking it impressively.
When Reid had taken in the living room floor where Anna was working on keeping Lucas from bleeding out, his expression had held such deep anguish that Hannah's eyes burned at the remembrance.
Asha had awoken by then and had taken Lucas's hand, which had fallen nauseatingly limp every time he dropped out of consciousness.
Dad, Kane, Kiernan, and Axel had taken their unexpected guest to the basement, who'd been laughing while they'd all been despairing. She didn't know what they would do with the raven-haired man at the time. Torture, maybe. She hadn't cared. Lucas had been dying, and she had held Kane's hand, praying that night wouldn't haunt them for the rest of their lives.
The rest of them had stood, awoken from sleep to horror, unsure how to help and utterly powerless. But Reid hadn't hesitated to sit on the floor that was slick with blood. He had held Lucas's face, and every time Lucas's tired brown eyes had opened, Reid would force a smile and speak coaxingly for Lucas to stay awake.
Hannah had watched Lucas's weak fingers rise and grip the backs of Reid's hands.
Lucas had apologized, half-conscious. She didn't know what for. Reid must have known because he shared a sheepish look with Asha, and she'd reached out, squeezing Reid's wrist with a shaky smile.
