Chosen Fool (Forever Evermore #5)(75)

“Sin did,” King Zeller answered between puffs of air.

“Shit.”

King Zeller grunted, still breathing for the One.

“Bindi!” King Collins’s eyes were wide as he tilted his head toward the door, but he was bellowing loud enough to be heard two counties over. “Hurry up!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she stated breathlessly as she raced into the room, already glowing. Her eyes assessed the wounded in a professional manner. She went to the One since his body was ridden with bullet holes, bleeding silver and red. “Christ, he gets shot a lot.”

King Zeller bent back on his knees, and Bindi’s hands were on the One, working immediately near his heart.

The One’s chest expanded, sucking in a vicious breath. His back arched off the floor and a resounding shout echoed in the room; the work Bindi was doing was definitely painful.

She ordered, “King Zeller!”

“On it,” he mumbled, blurring to grab the One’s hand with a bloody one.

The One went slack, his back hitting the floor. A soft sigh emitted from his lips. “Fuck, that hurt.” He stared up at Bindi, his words slurred. “Hey…I know you…what the hell’s going on?”

“I’m pulling a bullet out of your heart,” she explained. “You’re lucky you’re alive because someone definitely wanted you dead.”

A cocky, slurred laugh. “I still knocked his ass out.”

King Zeller snorted. “He’s only unconscious, while you had stopped breathing.”

“Wait…” His head tilted to the left and right. “Where’s Ms Jules?”

I lifted a hand, slanting to the right, into his line of vision. “Right here.”

Silver eyes stared into mine. “I didn’t know it was—”

“I know. Be quiet and let Bindi do her job.”

King Collins asked, “Is there too much silver in his bloodstream?”

“No, not with me here to patch him up fast,” Bindi muttered, hissing as she extracted a silver bullet from his body. “Half of them were stopped by his bones, which are strong like a Shifter’s.” She eyed one wound closely. “Remarkable, really, his internal body structure.” Another hiss as she extracted another bullet. “It’s like a mixture of all the Mysticals.”

“Don’t you have some type of patient-doctor confidentiality clause, or something?” the One muttered, sounding drunk from the blood loss. “I mean, really, talking about my body like I’m a cadaver rather than a living, breathing Mystical is a bit offensive…especially when I’m right here.”

“Sorry.” Her golden eyes glanced to his. “But your body’s fascinating.”

Another cocky, lethargic chuckle. “You’re not the first to say so.”

King Zeller actually snickered, his shoulders shaking with the action. “Man, just lie there and shut up and let her fix you.”

His blink was dreamlike, but his eyes turned to me.

A quiet growl erupted deep in his throat. It vibrated like a tiger’s.

But just as quickly as it had occurred, it stopped.

He blinked. His teeth bared. “I thought you were…hurt.”

My head cocked, and I wiggled one of my ears with my right hand. I glanced at King Zeller, King Collins, and Bindi, wondering if they had heard what I had. They were staring at him, perplexed expressions all around, like they weren’t sure if they had heard a strange noise, too. I shook my head and glanced out the door to see if Tristan was nearby. I didn’t see him, so I returned by regard to the One. “I’m not mad. Just don’t fight with Sin again.” I lifted one brow. “I almost shot you in the back.” And I had aimed to kill.

“There. He’s done,” Bindi muttered, wiping her sweating forehead with the back of her bloody hand. “Try to keep bullets outside of your body in the future.”

He snorted and pulled his arms back, resting his hands on the ground and pushing up.

Just as another shot fired, the cracking sound ringing in my ears.

The One’s frame flew against King Zeller, his throat squirting blood like an out-of-order water fountain.

I rolled, lunging at Sin. The gun was still smoking in his hand. Bindi dove at the One in King Zeller’s arms, her glowing hands instantly going to the fatal wound. King Collins landed on Sin’s back, holding him down when he tried to raise for a better shot.

I grabbed Sin’s wrist, slamming it down onto the ground and shouting over the buzzing in my ears, “Dammit, stop shooting him!”

“After what that f*cker did to you?” Sin hollered, the side of his face smashed against the carpet, furious green eyes staring at his target. He wouldn’t let go of the gun I was trying to wrestle away from him. “Are you under another spell?” An angry pause. “And I thought he was dead!”

I blinked. Sin was extremely behind on information. Staring into his face on the ground, holding his hand down with the gun between us, I stated loudly, “I did kill the other one. The man you keep shooting like a damn target dummy is the real One. He’s here to help us track down the other bad f*cker.”

Sin grunted when King Collins altered his elbow to the back of Sin’s neck, keeping him completely immobile, but he grumbled loudly, “Why the hell didn’t you write me that?”