The King (Black Dagger Brotherhood #12)(176)

“Him, too?” she asked of iAm.

“Yeah, the Shadow mighta been on it as well.”

Picking up the spoon Fritz offered her, she dug in, aware the three males were staring at her—Wrath with such intensity, it was almost as if he’d gotten his sight back— “Mmmmm,” she said—and meant it. The soup was perfect, simple, not too heavy, and warm, warm, warm.

Maybe it was just that she’d been through the needing and not eaten for how long?

“So what’s going on in the billiards room,” she asked, to try to distract the males.

“They’re cleaning up after me.”

She winced. “Ah.”

Wrath patted around for the baguette and broke off the hard end, putting it aside. The piece he then tore for her was soft in the middle, crunchy on the outside—and the butter he put on it was the unsalted, sweet kind.

The combo was great with the soup.

“Would you like something to drink?” Fritz asked.

“Wine?” iAm said—before catching himself. “No, not wine. Milk. You need the calcium.”

“Good idea, Shadow,” Wrath chimed in as he nodded at Fritz. “Make it whole—”

“No, no, that will make me gag.” Annnnd didn’t that stop all of them in their tracks. “Which was true before all the, well, you know. But the skim does sound good.”

And so it went, the three of them waiting on her: More soup? iAm hit her bowl again right away. More bread with butter? Husband was on it. More milk? The butler raced for the fridge.

Being surrounded by all the normal really helped calm her down. But she felt the need to try to set the record straight before they fed her until she exploded.

“Boys. I really appreciate all this—but we don’t know if I’m preg—”

She did not get to finish the thought, much less the sentence.

All at once, everything she’d eaten headed for the fire exit at the same time, her stomach contracting without warning.

She barely made it to the staff bathroom in time.

Yup, it all came up, from soup to bread, as it were. And then, even when she could have sworn not just her stomach, but her entire chest cavity was empty, the heaving kept her bent over the toilet until her eyes watered, her head pounded, and her throat was nothing but a raw, burning mess.

“Hey, how we doing?”

Of course, it was Doc Jane. “Hey, what’s up—”

It was a long while before she could say anything else. And P.S., she really hated how the gagging sounds echoed in the bowl.

When there was a break in the action, so to speak, she rested her hot, sweaty forehead on her arm, reached up to flush again … and found that she didn’t have the energy to pull the lever down.

“I think we need to get you to the doctor,” Jane said.

“I thought you were one,” Wrath bit out.

“Do we have to?” Beth countered—

The fact that she started throwing up again pretty much answered things, didn’t it.

As Wrath stood just outside the staff bathroom by the kitchen, he was ready to scream at his lack of vision: There was nothing like having your mate in medical distress to get you good and pissed off that you were blind.

With his piece-of-shit pupils, he couldn’t see her face to get a read on her coloring, her expression, her eyes. And his keen sense of smell? Out the window, too—the vomiting had clogged up his sinuses, making it impossible to tease out any emotional clues.

The one thing that was working? His ears—so that every new round of sickness went straight into his brain.

“Okay, let’s go,” Beth finally said hoarsely.

“Wait a f*cking minute,” he barked. “Go where?”

Jane’s voice was level. “To the doctor—”

“You are a f*cking doctor—”

V’s mate put her hand on his forearm. “Wrath. She needs a specialist and we’ve found one.”

WTF—? Wait a minute. “That does not sound like Havers,” he gritted.

“It’s not. She’s a human—”

“Ohhh no, nope, not going to happen—”

Annnnnd cue another round of heaving.

Behind his wraparounds, he closed his eyes. “Fuck.”

Against the horrible backdrop of his wife’s suffering, Doc Jane started giving him all kinds of very rational reasons that his shellan had to be handled carefully. But, Christ, the idea she’d be going out in the human world, during the day—because hello, the cocksucking shutters just went down …

You know what? He really f*cking wished life would take him off its shit list. He was getting pretty goddamn sick and tired of unwinnable situations.

“…half-breed, unknown complications, incapable of making an assessment…”

He cut through Doc Jane’s little speech. “No offense, but I’m not letting my wife go out there without serious-ass backup, and nobody can leave this house right now—”

“So I’ll go with her.”

Wrath glanced over his shoulder at the sound of iAm’s voice. His first instinct was to go all bonded-male on the guy and tell the Shadow he had this, thanks. The problem was, he didn’t have shit—and only an * stood in the way of his mate getting the medical treatment she required.