Page 52 of Bad Moon Rising (Dark-Hunter 17)
He didn't.
Instead he found himself in the room with Aimee and the Daimons. He grabbed the one who had her fangs still buried in Aimee's flesh and pulled her head back. Manifesting a dagger, he stabbed her straight in the chest and let her dust fall all over him.
Aimee moved to kill the newcomer until her gaze focused on his face. Disbelief filled her.
"Fang?"
He manifested another dagger and put himself between her and the Daimons. He stabbed one and kicked another back. "Get out of here. Now."
"Not without you."
Fang couldn't believe her as she took a post behind him, her shoulders pressed against his. "Aimee, listen to me. We're in ground zero for the Daimons-there's no way we can fight them all off. I need you to get out of here and wake me up. Then we'll both be safe. Now go."
Aimee hated that thought. But he was right. They couldn't fight every Spathi Daimon here and if the Destroyer caught them . . .
As Xedrix said, it would suck to be them.
"Don't you dare die on me, Fang." She ran for the door and headed to where she'd left Kyle and Xedrix. "Get me home now."
Xedrix teleported them out immediately.
Aimee scowled as she realized she was back in his club and not theirs. "I meant Sanctuary, Xed. Damn!" Growling, she flashed herself back to Fang's room.
There he lay, still and unmoving.
Her heart pounded in terror and guilt for having left him alone to face the Spathi. Was he still alive? "Please don't let those Daimons have gotten to you again." She didn't know if she could hunt them down anymore.
Terrified, she ran to the bed and shook his body to wake him. "Fang?"
He didn't respond. Just as before, he was limp and cold.
Tears filled her eyes as emotions choked her. "Damn it, wolf! Don't you dare do this to me. You better get up. Now! Do you hear me? Fang? Fang!"
Then she felt it. It was like spark of electricity jolting him as he jerked hard in her arms. One moment she held a wolf and in the next, he was a naked man looking up at her with confused wonder.
One tear slid down her cheek at the sight of him alive and whole.
"Fang?"
Fang looked around the dark bedroom in disbelief that he was really back and that this wasn't another dream that would turn into a nightmare. The scent of Aimee anchored him and held him grounded. He cupped her head in his hand and held on for everything he was worth.
"I'm back. . . ."
She squeezed him and laughed. "I was terrified they'd gotten you again."
His laughter joined hers as he pulled back to show her the bleeding welt on his arm. "They tried." Then he looked her over. "You weren't hurt, were you?"
"Not really. Just the one bite, but it's not too deep. I just can't believe that you're here again." She braced her hands on each side of his face and smiled down at him. "Buddy, you need a shave and a haircut."
Fang laughed. "Yeah, I can imagine."
Her eyes danced with mischief and tears. "You know what this means, don't you?"
"I need a bath more than I need a shave?"
Her smile widened as she teased him. "Well, yeah, that too. But no. You're obligated to me. Big-time."
"Your eternal slave. Always." He leaned his forehead against hers. "Thank you, Aimee." Those words were so paltry compared to the real gratitude he felt.
She'd saved him from an unimaginable hell. Without her, he would have never escaped. . . .
"You're very welcome."
He kissed her on the forehead before he lay back down on the bed and pulled a corner of the duvet over his lap. "I feel like I've been hit by a truck."
"Well, we've been trying to move your limbs while you were a wolf, but sometimes you were so stiff we couldn't."
Fang tried not to think about that. It was probably when he was being attacked by Misery and her crew. But all of that was behind him. He was back where he belonged.
Aimee brushed his hair back from his face. "Are you hungry?"
"Famished."
"I'll grab you something to eat and be right back."
He took her hand as she started away. The warmth of her skin caught him off guard. In the other realm, she'd felt differently. Now he felt the true heat and softness of her body. "Stay with me a little longer."
He'd been alone for so long that he didn't want to be that way right now. He was afraid that if he was, somehow they'd suck him back into that hell realm.
Aimee heard the need in his voice. "I'll summon Dev to bring you something." She helped him tuck himself under the covers while she used her powers to ask Dev to bring food and water.
Fang lay on his side, quiet and still. He had one arm tucked under his head while his eyes danced around the room as if looking at all the shadows to come alive and attack him.
And still he managed to look delectable to her. Even with his shaggy hair and unkempt beard. Even though his body was much thinner, he still sent a jolt of desire through her.
"What are you thinking?"
Those dark eyes met hers and held her spellbound. They also stole her breath. "How grateful I am that you didn't give up on me."
She took his hand into hers and squeezed it gently. "Wolves aren't the only ones who are loyal, you know? We bears have a pretty good reputation in that department too."
Dev knocked lightly before he pushed the door open. His jaw dropped as he saw Fang awake. "Holy shit. The wolf lives."
Aimee got up to pull the tray from his hand and set it on the dresser. "Why did you think I asked for broth?"
"Thought you'd had a head injury or something."
She rolled her eyes.
Dev shut the door and came forward to stand next to Fang's bed. "So when did you get the last one?"
"A few minutes ago."
His look hardened. "Alone?"
"No. Kyle was with me."
That didn't help his glare in the least. In fact, it intensified. "Damn it, Aimee. You risked the cub?"
"He's not just a cub."
"You're right. He's the passenger who fell off the short bus. Damn, Aimee, of all the people to take with you into a fight-"
"Dev!" she snapped, her own anger igniting. She was in no mood for his lecture.
He shook his head. "You know the kid. He doesn't exactly think most of the time. The bricklayer left half his stash at the factory."
