should be offended on behalf of his mate or not. “What do you mean?”
Cliff spared him a glance before answering. “This isn’t common knowledge, but since ye’re mate is Raul, I figure ye’ll learn sooner or later.” Cliff shrugged. “Jared worked as an assassin for over a decade before meeting Carson. Raul worked as his spotter when needed and his cover if his presence was ever questioned.” Cliff shook his head and grinned, clearly amused. “Devious bastards.”
This time, Sean did fill with indignation. “That is my mate you’re talking about,” he snapped.
The other shifter’s brows shot up, but instead of putting him in his place, Cliff nodded. “Me apologies. It was meant as a compliment.”
The pair fell into silence, and soon, the lights of the city appeared in a valley below them. The tight turns of the mountain roads forced Cliff to slow the vehicle, and Sean fought his urge to tell him to go faster. It wouldn’t do anyone any good if they got into a wreck on the way.
Sean felt like he was ready to jump out of his skin by the time Cliff finally pulled up in front of the hospital and was out of the car before Cliff turned the ignition off. He strode swiftly toward the doors, but once inside, had no clue where to go.
Fortunately, Carson was waiting and motioned to him. Sean followed willingly as the stoic man led him down a corridor and into an elevator. Once the door was closed, Sean murmured, “What happened to him?”
“When Raul and Payson broke into the facility through a side door, there were some guards waiting. They made the mistake of diving in opposite directions. Payson ended up in an empty room. Raul wasn’t so lucky,” Carson told him, his voice soft and low, as if saying the words quietly would lessen their impact somehow.
“Raul dove behind a desk, but it was a cheap piece of shit. Several bullets went right through, hitting him in his shoulder, his thigh, and his chest.” Carson shook his head, his expression fierce and angry. Then the big man swallowed and cleared his expression. “If it hadn’t been for Kontra shifting and covering him with his bulk, Raul would probably be dead.”
Sean nodded, recognizing the name of the guy Declan said had called him. “Be straight with me,” he said as the elevator came to a stop and the doors whooshed open. “Is he going to make it?”
Carson placed his hand on the elevator bumpers to keep it from closing, then turned back and stared Sean in the eye. “I don’t know.”
Chapter Seven
Three days…three days Sean had been sitting by his lover’s side. Still no change. A cat shifter named Doctor Ailean Carmichael encouraged Sean to talk to Raul and hold his hand. He thought that a little odd, but did as the guy said. Who knows…maybe it will help after all. He’d do anything that would bring his mate back to him.
Every day, Lisa brought Lily to him. Sean felt horrible for just dumping his niece on the kind woman, especially when she already had her own cub to care for, but she and Cliff were extremely understanding and supportive.
The nurses were the only ones who really gave him trouble, glaring and frowning. Sean would ignore them, unless they started making disgruntled noises, then he glared at them. Even humans seemed to understand when a predator had them in their sights because they were quick to finish whatever they were doing and get out.
The first time a nurse came in to give Raul a sponge bath, Sean had nearly lost it. After much yelling and cussing, the nurse threatened to call security. Fortunately, Doctor Carmichael appeared before that happened and gave Sean permission to give his mate the daily sponge baths instead. It sure wasn’t how he’d planned seeing every inch of his mate for the first time, but the thought of someone else doing something so intimate riled him beyond words.
Sean wasn’t certain how it happened, but he actually managed to fall asleep. When he roused, the first thing that
Cliff spared him a glance before answering. “This isn’t common knowledge, but since ye’re mate is Raul, I figure ye’ll learn sooner or later.” Cliff shrugged. “Jared worked as an assassin for over a decade before meeting Carson. Raul worked as his spotter when needed and his cover if his presence was ever questioned.” Cliff shook his head and grinned, clearly amused. “Devious bastards.”
This time, Sean did fill with indignation. “That is my mate you’re talking about,” he snapped.
The other shifter’s brows shot up, but instead of putting him in his place, Cliff nodded. “Me apologies. It was meant as a compliment.”
The pair fell into silence, and soon, the lights of the city appeared in a valley below them. The tight turns of the mountain roads forced Cliff to slow the vehicle, and Sean fought his urge to tell him to go faster. It wouldn’t do anyone any good if they got into a wreck on the way.
Sean felt like he was ready to jump out of his skin by the time Cliff finally pulled up in front of the hospital and was out of the car before Cliff turned the ignition off. He strode swiftly toward the doors, but once inside, had no clue where to go.
Fortunately, Carson was waiting and motioned to him. Sean followed willingly as the stoic man led him down a corridor and into an elevator. Once the door was closed, Sean murmured, “What happened to him?”
“When Raul and Payson broke into the facility through a side door, there were some guards waiting. They made the mistake of diving in opposite directions. Payson ended up in an empty room. Raul wasn’t so lucky,” Carson told him, his voice soft and low, as if saying the words quietly would lessen their impact somehow.
“Raul dove behind a desk, but it was a cheap piece of shit. Several bullets went right through, hitting him in his shoulder, his thigh, and his chest.” Carson shook his head, his expression fierce and angry. Then the big man swallowed and cleared his expression. “If it hadn’t been for Kontra shifting and covering him with his bulk, Raul would probably be dead.”
Sean nodded, recognizing the name of the guy Declan said had called him. “Be straight with me,” he said as the elevator came to a stop and the doors whooshed open. “Is he going to make it?”
Carson placed his hand on the elevator bumpers to keep it from closing, then turned back and stared Sean in the eye. “I don’t know.”
Chapter Seven
Three days…three days Sean had been sitting by his lover’s side. Still no change. A cat shifter named Doctor Ailean Carmichael encouraged Sean to talk to Raul and hold his hand. He thought that a little odd, but did as the guy said. Who knows…maybe it will help after all. He’d do anything that would bring his mate back to him.
Every day, Lisa brought Lily to him. Sean felt horrible for just dumping his niece on the kind woman, especially when she already had her own cub to care for, but she and Cliff were extremely understanding and supportive.
The nurses were the only ones who really gave him trouble, glaring and frowning. Sean would ignore them, unless they started making disgruntled noises, then he glared at them. Even humans seemed to understand when a predator had them in their sights because they were quick to finish whatever they were doing and get out.
The first time a nurse came in to give Raul a sponge bath, Sean had nearly lost it. After much yelling and cussing, the nurse threatened to call security. Fortunately, Doctor Carmichael appeared before that happened and gave Sean permission to give his mate the daily sponge baths instead. It sure wasn’t how he’d planned seeing every inch of his mate for the first time, but the thought of someone else doing something so intimate riled him beyond words.
Sean wasn’t certain how it happened, but he actually managed to fall asleep. When he roused, the first thing that
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