Page 3 of Unwanted
Kyrie’s hands rose and fell. He worried if he opened his mouth, he’d cry.
“I found him unconscious.”
Kyrie’s gaze slid Fen’s way. His mind cleared a little more by the second. Fen looked panicked. Kyrie tried to focus. His head spun.
Frost checked his pulse, and a small light hit Kyrie’s eyes. Life didn’t come into full focus until Frost set his hand on Kyrie’s chest. Warmth spread from the spot Frost touched. Frost’s pretty green gaze moved over Kyrie’s face.
“When was the last time you ate?”
“He had half a breadstick with me at dinner.”
Thankfully, Frost didn’t react to the news they’d had dinner together. Of course, people ate together all the time.
Frost completely cut Kyrie from the conversation. “Did he drink anything?”
Fen seemed to think about it before slowly shaking his head. “Not that I recall.”
Frost checked Kyrie’s pulse again. “If you were human, I’d have you on an IV right now. Unfortunately, with the rate you heal, I’ll only risk an IV under extreme circumstances. Still, I’m on the fence. Do you think you could give me a urine sample?”
Kyrie tiredly shook his head. He wasn’t even sure he wouldn’t faint again.
“That’s what I thought. I need to take some blood. Your pallor and vitals have me worried about your kidneys. Obviously, you’re dangerously dehydrated.”
Before Kyrie saw it coming, not that his mind was clear enough to anticipate anything, Fen grabbed Kyrie’s wrist and bit. The world vanished again, but oddly, he still heard the rapid beating of his heart.
“Can you keep control of his mind? Anything I give him for pain will burn through too fast to help. Keep him unconscious if you can.”
Rapid-fire phrases flew around him. Kyrie really couldn’t pinpoint who spoke or what happened. Everything felt out of his control. Nothing felt real. Then everything was gone again.
Chapter Two
Thenonstoppacingprobablydrove Frost and Gemini crazy. If so, the couple never said a word. Technically, Fen was on duty. He was still at Frost’s house and could protect Frost. But Kyrie was there too, being kept as a patient, and he still hadn’t woken. Fen couldn’t help but blame himself. If he hadn’t insulted Kyrie, Kyrie would never have run out before eating something and hopefully drinking something as well. After all, they had found him in front of a near empty refrigerator. Was he trying to kill himself? Did he have an eating disorder? Was he too poor to buy food? Surely, that last one wasn’t the problem. Kyrie was a wolf. He could hunt. Kyrie didn’t need the grocery store. Maybe that was why his fridge had been empty. Possibly it had nothing to do with anything. Maybe he had just gotten busy and forgotten his body needed sustenance. A voice in the back of his head screamed that he knew that was a lie. Wolves didn’t get this bad from one day of neglect. Fen was so fucking confused. He wanted to talk to Kyrie. Drill him for answers. Assuage his guilt. But fuck, Twenty-one? He had known Kyrie was young.There was no way Fen could have foreseen that number. It didn’t really matter. He had just been caught off guard. Fen understood why he had upset Kyrie. He got the impression Kyrie hadn’t gotten to be young.
As if Frost had been musing over Kyrie too, he just started talking like they had been having a conversation about Kyrie all morning. “It’s baffling. There’s nothing physically wrong with him. His kidney function was terrible, but it immediately rebounded after a bag of fluids. I don’t understand why he won’t wake up.”
Gemini jumped in. “You know supernatural creatures have different physical systems. Maybe you need to look closer at his bloodwork with that in mind.”
Frost shook his head. “That was my first thought.” He shook his head again while staring into space. “It’s almost funny. If I didn’t know he was a wolf, I’d say he’s—”
“Half something else.”
Everyone’s gaze flew to the mouth of the hallway. Kyrie stood, looking closed. Fen couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was about Kyrie’s expression. His face was clear of any emotion, but his eyes burned with rage and pain.
Frost was on his feet. “How are you feeling? Let me check your vitals.”
Kyrie took a step back before Frost reached him. “That’s not necessary. Thank you for coming to my rescue. Just let me know how much I owe you.” Kyrie’s gaze never moved Fen’s way. A defensive coldness chilled the air.
Frost drew up short, seemingly as confused as Fen. “I don’t think you should leave yet. We need to make sure this doesn’t happen again.”
“Why?” Kyrie held Frost’s stare. Fury rolled off him. “So you can share my business with everyone? Did you hesitate even a second before putting my existence in jeopardy? I think I’ll pass.”
Frost’s shoulders fell.
Fen’s heart went out to him. Frost had been tossed into their world with no warning or training on how his new community’s bodies worked. He was learning as he went.
Frost’s defeat hung heavily in the room. “You’re right. I apologize. You don’t owe me anything. I work for Celeste. If you want to file a complaint, and I don’t blame you if you do, just pray it to her, I guess. I don’t know how any of this shit works.” Frost’s ran a hand over his face as if tired as hell. He sounded more downtrodden with each word.
Kyrie’s cold stance seemed to deflate. “There’s no need for all that. Like I said, I appreciate your help.” His voice softened. “For future reference, it’s pointless to intercede. It’s not possible for me to die.” He headed for the door.
