“Maybe.” Faith poked at one of the bullet holes. “He didn’t even expel the bullet.” She reached for a black package and ripped it open with her teeth, her gaze worried. “He needs surgery and a lot of blood. We have to get him to the Realm hospital, Ronan. Like right now.”

Ronan nodded. “We split with Benny before stealing the truck. He ran to get the helicopter.”

Faith started wrapping Adare’s injuries. “This is a blood clotter that will help until we can get him to a trauma unit.” She finished with his leg and moved up his arm, working until she could place a bandage on the cut above his right eye. The white pad immediately turned red from the blood.

Grace took his limp hand and held it tightly. “He’s getting too pale.” An unnatural hue glowed beneath his skin.

Ronan swore and ripped open his wrist with his fangs, leaning down to press it against Adare’s mouth. “This will help, but I can only get so much down him while he’s unconscious.”

Tears filled Grace’s eyes. “This is my fault. My blood or cells or whatever are attacking his.” Deep down, she hadn’t really thought it was possible. Adare was just too strong for simple blood cells to harm him.

Ronan wiped more blood off his cheek. “I can’t imagine that. The threat honestly didn’t seem real.” Bewilderment showed in his world-weary eyes for a moment. “I don’t think any of us thought he was in real danger, not just from a mating.”

Grace squeezed Adare’s hand tighter. He felt cold. Even his palm, which was always hot, was chilly against her fingers.

Faith checked his eyes and then felt his wrist, counting out loud. She frowned. “His heart rate is too slow. This isn’t good.”

Ronan looked out the window at the sky. “Benny should be here any minute.”

Faith nodded, feeling Adare’s head. “Did you save the enhanced females?” She didn’t look away from her patient.

“Yes,” Ronan said. “We dropped them off at the local police station and got out of there to steal the truck and get Adare help. We have no idea what they saw or what they’ll say, but at least they’re safe. We notified the Realm, and they should intercede soon with the women. Dage will make sure they’re safe, which is what matters.”

Well, that was something. Grace grabbed Adare’s hand with her free one. That was what he had wanted.

Ronan straightened, looking out the window. “I hear the copter. Let’s get everything ready to go.”

Grace and Faith had already packed up, just in case. Grace leaned in, skimming her lips across Adare’s. “Wake up,” she whispered. “Please.”

Her big, strong, immortal warrior didn’t so much as twitch, and the wound in his arm started bleeding again.

Chapter 30

Chapter 30