Page 31 of The Gathering
“I can feel your Sinrik questions,” he said, his fears allowing no room even for his sick jealousy. “He’s in my Hatch being seen to. There’s something in him we found but can’t identify.”
“Oh my God.”
“It’s not dangerous,” he said, her terror cutting through him. “Not to us. Seer saw that much.”
“Oh thank God,” she barely said. “Oh thank you God. I drank his blood.” Terrified regret strained her voice.
“You’re okay,” he swore to her, his own panic returning with all the fucking unknowns still. “I won’t let anything happen to you. Whatever Sinrik could possibly have in his blood, I can deal with.”
“I miss you so much. We both do, I can feel him… needing to feel you close.”
Those words and her desperate need crashed into his own hunger he’d put on lockdown. “The second I know what the fuck is going on, I’m coming to you, Angel.”
“Sahvrin,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “I’m… I’m not afraid.” She let go of a sob, ripping him apart. “It’s our son, he’s… I can’t explain it but it’s like I’m… disconnected from my own humanity. I should be terrified and it’s… it’s just not there.”
Fuck, he needed to touch her to make sure she was okay. For his own fucking sanity. “This is good, Ma Belle Eveque. I have plenty of fear for the three of us.”
“H-have you thought of names? For our son?”
He traced the sound in her voice to worry and confusion. “No, baby, I haven’t. Should I have?”
“No,” she sniffled. “I just…”
Fuck, she was crying again.
“I just hear things,” she barely managed around breaths.
Bullet’s place came into view. He had one more fucking minute while she needed an hour more.
“Please don’t hate me but… I have to tell you this.”
He stopped in his tracks, his ears picking up odd sounds. “I will never fucking hate you. Nothing will touch our love, do you understand?” He shoved a hand through his hair, moving it from his face. “Now tell me.”
He counted her breaths, fighting for patience. “I feel like… I’m… supposed to be near him for some reason. Not for blood,” she hurried, too aware of his insane jealousy. And not aware enough. “I don’t know why he’s so… connected to him.And it’s not just the blood,” she swore quietly. “It was there before that.”
“I don’t know why that is either, but we’ll figure it out.”
“It’s almost like I get… sick. I feel sick or weak. And tired.”
“The second I’m done here, I’m coming to get you. I’ll take you where he is, I’ll find out about this connection when I do.” He realized it was a possible back door into the Sinrik mystery. Her connection to him. He could learn it through her.
The idea repulsed him.
“How?” she whispered, doomed sounding.
“I’ll make love to you. And I’ll learn every secret hiding inside your beautiful mind and body.”
She exploded his blood with the barest whimper of ecstasy and relief. “You’re going to blow me apart with pleasure?” His chest constricted at the last word she barely choked out. “I’m a mess without you.”
“Oui, tu l'es. Comme tu devrais l'être.”
She gasped then moaned, “Oh Bishop, I miss you speaking French to me.”
“I’m at Bullets. I will call you in thirty minutes. Stay inside with Mah-Mah, oui?”
“Oui, but wait,” she hurried.
“What is it, Angel?”
