My Salvation - Page 110

Cas’ mouth dropped. “If I healed beautifully, then why have I been out for five days?”

“Blood loss. Your body simply needed time to recover. Did you want to try getting up?”

Priest surged forward. “No! She should lay down.”

Ellie’s mouth twitched. “I see.” She went to the doorway and motioned someone forward.

Ari and Gage walked in. Seeing Cas awake, they broke out into jubilant smiles.

Ari turned to Ellie. “Plan A?”

“Yup,” she said.

Gage came up on his left and Ari on the right.

“Guys?”

They held him securely before he felt a pinch in the back of his neck. When Ellie came into view, she was putting a syringe away.

“Why?” he asked, as the room swam.

“She slept. You didn’t,” Ellie explained. “Lay him out on the chair recliner.”

Ari and Gage lifted him and helped him to lay flat in the reclining chair.

“Hey Ellie, did you page me?” a female voice asked.

“Yeah. Serenity, can you use your magic to help the sedative along?”

A pretty red-head appeared over him. “Oh, you poor thing. You’re exhausted.”

“He is?” he heard his mate ask.

“Meryn avoided the room because she thought he turned into a zombie,” Ellie said, grinning. “She hates zombies.”

“Who doesn’t?” Cas asked.

He felt a cool hand on his forehead. “Just rest. Your mate is safe, and when you wake up, you can head home. Your families are waiting for you there.” She pulled a blanket up over him and tucked it around him.

“Okay?” he said, before closing his eyes.

Chapter Sixteen

Cas couldn’t help but smile as Priest pouted to Aeson. “They let them knock me out,” he complained.

“No!” Aeson exclaimed, not looking shocked at all.

“I have been betrayed,” her mate continued.

She noticed that he was ‘especially’ betrayed when he was hungry and wanted to be spoiled a bit.

Upon returning home, they had been converged upon at House Illiya by his parents and his new bird family. She stopped saying biological because it sounded too clinical. Walking into the house, she saw Ilian pacing nervously in the family room and simply opened her arms. “Thank you, athair.”

He had wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. “No more almost dying, young lady,” he ordered her in an emotion-thick voice.

That evening she told Priest that his blue smudge was gone. The sadness had belonged to his bird at being rejected. But after coming together to save her, he seemed to be doing better.

That was two days ago. They were currently at the warrior villa to get a break from family, but she underestimated how mothered they would be by the warriors themselves.