Emma squinted and leaned even closer, her face almost touching the screen. “I don’t know. The air around him looks a little bit fuzzy. Is it because you zoomed in so far?”

“No.” Grace zoomed out, her eyes growing heavy. “Those are healing vibrations, I think. I’ve heard immortals talk about healing cells and feeling that energy next to somebody healing, and while we don’t feel anything from Adare, I think that’s what we see. It’s what I saw.”

Emma drew back. “Interesting. All right. I take it you don’t want to give him more blood tonight?”

“No. I don’t.” Grace set the camera gently back in the bag and toed off her shoes. “He’s taking care of himself, and more of my blood would only hurt. We can trust him.” She slipped into the bed with him, curling into his side. “’Night, Emma. Thank you for getting the bullets out of him.”

“You’re welcome,” Emma said, turning off the lights as she headed out the door. “Have a nice night. Call for me if you need me. I’ll check on you tomorrow morning if I don’t hear from you.”

“Thanks.” Grace settled in, putting her hand over Adare’s beating heart. When she’d thought he might be gone, she’d hurt deep down with a sense of futility and panic. Their mating had been explosive and incredible, and she wanted more of him. In fact, she wanted all of him.

He’d been so adamant that love didn’t exist, and she wasn’t one to convince people to like her. To love her. In fact, she wasn’t even sure what her own feelings were, except that they were deeper than she would’ve imagined.

Maybe love did exist.

If so, she’d have to prove it to him. How hard could it be?

Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Adare woke up to a raging headache and the scent of his mate. He opened his eyes, his body instantly alert. Grace was curled into his side with her nose in his neck and one knee thrown over his groin. Ah. That explained the erection. When he moved his head, just a bit, he spotted a packet of blood and one of what looked like water leading down to his arm.

What the hell?

Without jostling her, he reached down and plucked the catheter out of his vein and then sent healing cells to the wound. They moved sluggishly through his system, but at least they were moving.

Monitors beeped above his head, and he looked around. When had he been brought to the infirmary? Based on the smell of the place and the ambient sounds from outside the door, he was at Realm headquarters. Had he been shot in the head? He didn’t remember being shot at all.

His arm and leg hurt, but he didn’t want to disturb Grace.