The Poisonous Cure

Chapter Seven-Finished

Chapter Seven

Finished

"Oh my god." I breathe and kneel, my hands flitting over him to find an injury.

"I'm fine, little sorceress. Just a small stab wound on my left shoulder. It'll be gone in a few hours." He grounds out, but I see a red stripe across his cheek as well.

"What in the hell happened?" I ask, making sure he's telling the truth and has no other wounds.

"It seems Strike values you more than we realized." Loki murmurs through paler than usual lips. "A dozen or so mercenaries arrived and trashed the place as we fought. They fled a few minutes ago." He reports and as I clear him for further injuries my mind turns to Ghost.

"Ghost!" I yell worriedly as I help Loki up and into the bathroom. There's a chair I set him in and I quickly grab a towel to stop the flow of blood from his shoulder. I rip open his buttoned shirt and hold it to the wound as he stares at me tiredly. "Ghost! Dammit!" I scream and Loki winces.

"He's fine. He fought well." Loki assures me and Ghost walks in just after. I sigh in relief and do a once over on him. He's unscathed.

"Come when I call you, stubborn cat." I scold and gesture to Loki. "Lick, Ghost." I tell him and walk over to Loki, taking the towel from him and tossing it into the sink. Ghost obediently walks over and licks Loki's scratched cheek, then the stab wound in his shoulder. Loki lets him with a bewildered look as I watch over them worriedly. When Ghost is done he sits beside me and leans against me affectionately. "You were a fool, trench coat. You should have knocked down the door and given me to them. I'm not important" Loki glares at me with disdain.

"And you call me foolish? I obviously disagree." He asks rhetorically. "Can I ask why you had your cat lick me?" Loki questions, staring down at his shoulder.

"Just wait." I tell him and watch as the skin stitches itself back together on his shoulder and his cheek. About a minute passes before he's completely healed and he's staring at Ghost and I in awe.

"His saliva heals?" He asks and I nod, grabbing another towel and dampening it to wipe away the spit and blood. "That's helpful." He drolls and I nearly laugh.

"I'm sorry, Loki." I mumble earnestly, hating that this is my fault and he won't even blame me.

"Do not apologize. It's ridiculous." He stands and wobbles a moment, but straightens the next and tries to fix his shirt.

"Not even for your shirt?" I tease slightly and he chuckles. He walks out to his room and I wait just outside it with Ghost. "What are we going to do? They know we're here now." I ask as he changes his clothes.

"I'm going to take you away now. We'll go somewhere alone where not even the team knows where we are. I'm sorry, but you're going to have to borrow some of my clothes to make sure they aren't bugged." He tells me as he emerges, handing me a black button up and boxers. My mind goes through this plan in my head and although it sounds fantastic, my heart tells me I can't go through with it.

"Loki, I can't do that." I say with my eyes shut, my hands curled into fists in the clothes he handed me. My eyes open to see him stop on his way to the door and turn around, bright eyes taking in my tense stance. "Running isn't going to solve anything. I need to take care of this." I nod, cementing the thought in my mind. "I need to go alone." Stepping forward, I freeze Loki where he stands as he opens his mouth to respond. "Ghost, stay. Protect." I tell him as he stares at me with his sad face. I look back at Loki before grabbing the keys and backing out the door. "Ghost'll look after you, alright?" I assure him and duck out before I change my mind. My skin returns to its nude shade, and my eyes and hair turn human once again as well. I get in the car and start driving, the GPS automatically taking me back into the city. It's easy to find my way back to my building and I park right outside, smoothly getting out and leaving it there. It'll either be in pieces or completely gone by the time I come out. Breathing deeply, I walk up the steps, trying to figure out how to play this. Unfortunately, I don't get a chance to. The door whips open and Strike pulls me in by my hair, dragging me all the way to his room and shutting the door. He pushes me up against it, staring into my eyes with his snakelike green ones.