"Matthias," she whispered. She loved his name, loved his face, and his heart.
"Don't you leave me, Grace." He was pressing something to her chest. "Do you hear me? Don't you leave me."
He was so arrogant. He was glaring at her, as though his refusal to let her go was all that was needed.
"Grace I swear to God, if you die, I'll never wear jeans. I'll never eat pie. I'll shoot f**king football players. Don't you die on me!"
She smiled. She was so glad it didn't hurt. That was so strange, the pain should have been agonizing.
"I love you, Matthias," she told him softly. "Like the earth loves the rain, like the flowers love the sun." She was so tired. So tired and so frightened. She didn't want to leave him. Her breathing hitched as the tears she couldn't hold back any longer began to fall from her eyes.
"Grace!" He was screaming at her, as her lashes fluttered. "Ah God, Grace, stay with me! Stay with me!"
She was so tired. She touched his face, feeling his hand clasp her fingers to his rough cheeks, and she fought to smile back at him.
Like a flower loves the sun that thought drifted through her mind again. He warmed her like that. The sun warmed the flowers. "I love you."
She couldn't stay with him any longer. She tried. She tried until a silent scream was echoing in her head, because she could feel herself drifting away from him, and she couldn't stop it. As her eyes drifted closed and rich darkness engulfed her, she could have sworn she heard a wolf cry. Matthias
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"LET the medic work on her, Matthias!" Jonas was screaming in his face, as Matthias fought the hands pulling him away from Grace.
She was so weak. The smell of her blood was in his brain, and agony beat at him with blows harsher than any he had received in the labs.
Matthias fought like the beast he was to tear away from the Breeds restraining him. To get to Grace. To hold her to him.
"You mangy f**king wolf, listen to me." Jonas's forearm slammed into Matthias's throat, driving his head back against the boulder.
Matthias let out another bloodcurdling howl of agony.
"She's alive, Matthias, but if you don't f**king calm down, we won't be able to help her. Do you understand me? We won't be able to help her."
Silver eyes flashed in the dawn light, the savage expression of the Lion Breed who was helping to restrain him finally took shape.
"Jonas! Grace"
"Help us, Matthias, don't go wild on me," Jonas snarled, his canines flashing dangerously. "She's alive. If we're going to keep her alive, we have to move fast, and you have to keep your head." The forearm across his throat flexed powerfully, as Matthias struggled against him again.
"Can you keep your f**king head, Matthias?" Jonas yelled in his face.
"As long as she breathes," he screamed back.
"Good! Let's get going." Jonas released him, and only then did Matthias see the basket that Grace had been strapped into and the medic working furiously to keep her alive.
"Jump in." Jonas pushed him to the wide metal basket used to transport the wounded from the ground to the hovering heli-jet above. "You and the medic. The hospital has been notified, and Drs. Armani and Morrey are en route."
Matthias clutched the side of the basket, as he knelt on one side of Grace, the medic on the other. An IV was strapped to her arm, a compress on her chest.
Sweet God, they had shot her in the chest. He felt the grief raging inside him now, the knowledge he could lose her, and he knew he would never bear the pain of it.
She had to live. Without her, he would never be warm again.
As the Breeds waiting in the transport heli-jet secured the basket, the hum of the craft grew louder. He heard the report the medic was transmitting to the hospital in New York City. Her vitals, the site of her wound and its depth. She was on oxygen and had an IV. Surgeons were waiting, and the Breed doctors were on their way.
Within minutes the heli-jet was landing, and they were taking Grace away from him. She was loaded onto a stretcher and rushed across the roof as a second heli-jet landed and deposited the two doctors, who had been redirected from a flight to Virginia just minutes behind Jonas. Drs. Armani and Morrey rushed across the landing area and followed the gurney. Within seconds, the heli-jets lifted off and left Matthias alone.
He stood on the hospital roof, staring around at the blinking lights, the buildings that rose like sentinels around them, and felt a striking loneliness fill his soul.
They had taken Grace away from him. Because of him, she was hurt, possibly dying. Alone. Matthias stared down at his scarred hands and saw her blood, heard the ragged growl that tore from his throat. He was lost.
He stared around the rooftop again and realized that clear to his soul, without Grace, he was simply lost.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Toe Anderson entered the surgery waiting room, his wife, sons, and their families closing in behind him. He knew him the moment he saw the young man Jonas Wyatt had told him to look for.
Wearing black leather, streaked with blood, his face resting in his broad hands, as long, night-black hair flowed around them.
He sat alone. The other families awaiting word on their loved ones were gathered at the other side of the room, casting wary looks his way.
Matthias Slaughter.
Grace had told him about Matthias, of course. Not what he looked like, or about the air of danger that surrounded him. She told him things only a woman would think of. Things like his sadness, his wariness, and how he made her feel.
Joe sighed heavily. This man made his daughter feel alive. Grace had said, "As though there's adventure around every corner, Daddy." And she had laughed. But he had heard the love in that laughter. This was his daughter's man. That made him family. No matter what. Matthias's head lifted, and the scarred face looked around, as he swiped the overly long black hair back from his face. He was an imposing figure. Standing to his feet, Matthias paced over to the windows, looked out, paced back to the small table, sat down, and tried to blend into the shadows of the room. Joe could see the man's attempts to become invisible, and it bothered him. Jonas hadn't said much about this Wolf Breed enforcer, but Joe had learned years ago how to read between the lines. And what he had sensed rather than heard, made him ache for the young man.
Joe fought back his own fear, his own anger at the thought of his daughter lying in surgery, a bullet in her chest, her life hanging on the line.