A Caress Of Twilight   ::   Гамильтон Лорел

"I am," hesaid, and he crept even closer, spooning his entire body around me, holding himself as tight against me as he could. "I am."



Chapter 27

The upside to Kitto's Near-death experience was that I got to go back to bed and sleep. I'd suggested that Doyle join us, but Frost had thrown a fit. So Doyle had just begged out, as long as Frost didn't get to join us either. I'd pointed out that Doyle and I had gotten the least amount of sleep last night, but Frost didn't care. I also pointed out that we were just going to sleep, so did it really matter who slept with me? Neither of them were moved by my arguments.

So, I got to go back to bed and cuddle Kitto. I made him take my usual side of the bed, though, so I could spoon around his body without lying on the shoulder that he'd bitten. I'd taken some Advil, but the shoulder still ached fiercely like it had its own pulse. It hadn't hurt nearly this much the first time he'd marked me. Maybe it was a good sign. I hoped so. I hated to have something hurt this much for no good purpose.

Jeremy had been furious that none of us were coming back to the office, until he found out that Kitto had nearly died.

He was silent for a long time, long enough for me to say his name softly.

"I'm here, Merry, just bad memories. I've seen fey fade away before. Do what you need to do to take care of him. We'll muddle through at the office. They're going to keep Teresa overnight for observation. She's sedated, so I don't know how much they're going to be observing."

"Is she going to be all right?"

He hesitated. "Probably. But I've never seen her like she was today. Her husband yelled at me for endangering her. He doesn't want her doing any more crime scenes. I can't blame him."

"You think Teresa will agree with him?"

"I don't know if it matters, Merry. I've made an executive decision. The Grey Detective Agency no longer does police work. I'm a good magician, but I had no clue what did that today. I could feel the remnants of a spell, but that was all. I told Detective Tate what I'd felt, but Lieutenant Peterson didn't want to hear it. He's determined that it's something mundane. Extraordinary, but mundane." Jeremy sounded tired.

"You sound like you need to go to bed and cuddle up to somebody, too.

"You volunteering?" He laughed. "Greedy ol' Merry wanting to take up all the fey men in L.A."

"If you need to come over and be held, you'd be welcome."

He was quiet for a moment. "I'd almost forgotten that.