Tall, Dark & Heartless (Pyte/Sentinel #3)(70)

That was fine with Kale, more than fine. He hated Pytes and would be more than happy to help aide with the permanent removal of one of them. He knew they couldn't be killed, but he'd be willing to help encase the bastard in cement and drop his ass in the middle of the ocean, free of charge. Of course, the capture part was going to cost them and he would make damn sure that he collected in full.

"How much longer is he going to be?" Izzy suddenly asked as she dropped the now empty candy bag onto one of the metal trays and placed her hands on her stomach.

Instead of getting mad at what the others no doubt thought of as an insensitive question if the dirty looks they sent Izzy's way were any indication, Chris became immediately concerned.

He brushed the doctor who was applying the last few stitches to his chest away so that he could sit up. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" he asked in a soft cooing voice that was admittedly a bit annoying. He really couldn't stand to be around love sick bastards. It was really pathetic to watch a man be brought to his knees by a woman.

Izzy's cheeks blushed with obvious embarrassment as she admitted, "I'm starving."

"Tie the stitches off," Chris demanded quietly, but there was no missing the threat in his tone.

Everyone around them stilled, some nervously swallowing while others who weren't caring for Chris directly left the room as discretely as possible. Kale was actually impressed by the level of fear one man could instill with just a few simple words. The man was definitely growing on him, he thought, as he watched the doctors finish their work with shaky hands.

Chris never took his eyes off his mate and even gave her a teasing smile when her stomach growled, further embarrassing the poor woman. He'd offer to go get her food, but they both knew that the likelihood of her food arriving without him having a nibble or two was very unlikely. Since one of the only pleasures he allowed himself was junk food he indulged whenever he could. Izzy understood and even respected his love of food. Which was why they came up with their rules. That way nobody got hurt, well, other people did, but he really didn't care about them.

"Last one," the nervous doctor, who stupidly tried to move Izzy off of Chris' legs only moments ago, mumbled anxiously.

Before the last stitch was tied off, Chris was helping Izzy off his legs. When he swung his legs over the side of the hospital bed and stood up, Kale noted that the man hid his wince well from his mate. The man worked his ass off to make sure that his mate never had a thing to worry about and Kale wasn't sure how much longer the man would be able to keep it up before he snapped under the pressure.

When a man pushed a wheelchair over to Chris, Kale thought for sure he was going to kill the poor bastard.

"Get that thing away from me," Chris ground out, practically seething with rage as he glared at the orderly as he paused mid-push. One look at the murderous expression on Chris' face had the man backing up, quickly.

He didn't miss the look of fear that crossed Chris' features before he pulled it back and apparently neither had Izzy. She took Chris' hand into hers and gave it a gentle tug in the direction of the hallway. "Don't make me hurt you," she said, giving her mate a stern look that told him to move his ass.

With a smile Chris did just that, but not before he limped over to Kale and took the sleeping baby from him with a triumphant grin. "This is my precious baby girl," Chris said softly before mouthing, "Asshole," making Kale chuckle.

The man truly did amuse him, he thought as he followed the couple. He trailed after them to the main hall before heading for the elevators that would take him to the secured levels. He used the code he talked Izzy into giving him months ago.

Before he left he had to take care of some unfinished business. Once he was inside the elevators he made sure to flip off the cameras, loving the fact that the majority of the Sentinels here hated him. Well, they pretty much hated him wherever he went, but that didn't bother him. There were only a few Sentinels that he liked and the ones manning the cameras weren't them.

A few minutes later he was stepping out of the elevator and ignoring the Sentinel behind the desk as he headed for the lockup area. He caught the silver eyed glare of the vampire who he'd once called friend and hated the way his stomach twisted in agony at the memory of all that he'd lost.

Logan lazily flipped him off as Kale strolled past his cage, but not before Kale caught a whiff of something that didn't have any business being near a Master's cage. With a heavy sigh he backed up until he was facing his one time friend.

"Really?" Kale asked, gesturing lazily to nothing at all. "Are you really that f**king stupid?"

Logan didn't pretend not to understand as he simply sent him a smug smile, daring him to interfere, which Kale wouldn't. He had enough shit to deal with. Besides, this little secret wouldn't last much longer so he wasn't going to waste his time on it.

Flipping Logan off for good measure he headed towards his purpose. He wasn't too surprised to find the young Pyte sitting on the floor in front of his brother's cell. Marc took one look at him and was immediately on his feet, moving as fast as he could away from him. The kid sent him a defiant look before he turned and ran as fast as his little legs could carry him.

Kale didn't bother calming the kid down by promising him that he wouldn't kill him, because that would be a lie and they both knew it. If he thought for even one minute that the boy would grow into a Pyte who would rein hell on this world, he would kill him without a moment's hesitation before the boy hit his transformation and came into his immortality.