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“What the fuck do you want from me? Sylvester’s already on the way. I can’t get us out of here any faster without a flying carpet!”
“Sorry, I left mine at home,” Quentin said, his voice a faint croak.
“You’re awake,” I said, bending over him again. “Don’t try to move.”
“Wouldn’t,” he said, and smiled—very slightly. “See? I follow orders.”
Co
“Can’t leave.”
“Quentin . . .”
“No.” He opened his eyes. They were pained but clear. “Let me wait until His Grace comes. We’ll never avenge them if you leave now.”
“I can’t keep you here.” I knew how ludicrous we looked—both of us covered in blood, arguing. Never let it be said that fate doesn’t have a sense of humor.
“Can’t risk moving me, either.” He closed his eyes again. “Put me in a room with a lock. I’ll be fine.”
“Suicidal jerk,” Gordan said. I looked up. This time she met my eyes. “Are you going to let him decide whether or not he stays and dies?”
“Why not? I let the rest of you.” I stroked Quentin’s hair back with one hand, and looked to the door. There were footsteps coming down the hall. “Of course, unless that’s Elliot, it may be a moot point.” Co
“Ha ha. Very fu
“I have brought him,” she said. It almost sounded like she was seeking approval.
“You did good,” I said, and stood. Elliot and Alex had both stopped just inside the door, eyes wide, staring at Quentin. I cleared my throat. “Hi.”
“Toby!” Elliot turned. “What happened?”
“Someone tried to kill us,” I said.
I couldn’t have gotten a better result if I’d tried. Elliot staggered, and Alex stared. “What?” he said, blankly.
“Kill us. Someone tried to kill us.” I shook my head. “There were two shots. The first missed. The second got Quentin.”
“He’s a lucky bastard,” said Gordan, standing. “They shattered the bones, but missed the artery. A little further and he would’ve bled to death before I got here.”
I shuddered, unable to hide it this time, and said, “We’ve already gone over why I can’t take him to a hospital. Does the room where I was napping earlier have a lock?”
“Yes . . .” Elliot said.
“Good. We’re going to move him there. Co
“You’ll abandon us?” Alex asked, horrified. I felt the half-familiar tickle of desire kindle in my stomach, and shoved it down again as hard as I could. He might be a master of glamour, but I was a Daoine Sidhe covered in blood, and few things are harder to control.
“I’ll come back, but yes. If it’s a matter of saving Quentin’s life, I will leave.” I looked to Gordan. “Is it safe to move him?”
“I’d recommend it,” she said. “This place is trashed.”
“And infection’s always a risk. Got it.” I stepped over, and knelt by Quentin’s head, asking, “Quentin, can you hear me?” There was no reply. I watched him for a moment to be sure that he was breathing. “Okay. He’s out.”
“I don’t think—”
“Elliot, shut up.” I said.
“I’ve got him,” said Co
“Good. Elliot, come get his feet. Co
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” he said, but moved to push the door open.
“And what would be? Leaving him here? Going back to Shadowed Hills? Tell me, O wise one.” I glared at him, shifting my grip on Quentin.
Alex sighed. “I don’t think there are any good ideas left. Come on. It’s this way.”
We made a fu
Nothing attacked.
Gordan took charge again in the break room, barking directions as we settled Quentin on the futon and tucked a pillow behind his head. The tattered, filthy condition of his clothes brought a fresh scowl to her face. Eyes narrowed, she targeted on Elliot. “This is an infection risk,” she said.
“What do you want me to do about it?” he asked. He didn’t sound defensive; just tired.
“Take care of it. Them, too.” She jerked a thumb toward me and Co
“Of course.” He sighed, turning toward us. “Embarrassed as I am to ask under these circumstances . . . may I clean you?”
“Sure,” said Co
“Of course,” I said. I was still bleeding, and that was probably going to hurt, but that wasn’t as important as getting Quentin taken care of. Anything that reduced the risk of infection was all right by me. “You have my consent for Quentin, too.”
“April, you should go now; this is bad for your circuits.” The Dryad vanished. Elliot raised his hands. “If you would please cover his nose?”
“Got it.” I put my hands over Quentin’s mouth and nose, closing my own eyes. Heat and moisture surrounded me, accompanied by the feeling of hundreds of small, scrubbing hands. The cuts on my face stung like fire, but I held myself firmly in check, keeping Quentin’s face covered. I just had to hope he wouldn’t wake up and panic in the middle of the process.
The dampness abated. I opened my eyes, straightening. Quentin looked almost infinitely better, clean, groomed, wearing clothes that seemed almost new. Co
Gordan bent to adjust the bandages on Quentin’s arm. “He needs sleep. You should check him once an hour, at least, and get him to a healer as soon as you can.”
“I will,” I said.
“Great. I’m going back to my desk.” She started for the door.
I cleared my throat. “Not alone.”
“What?”
“You can’t go alone.”
“I’ll go,” said Alex, looking from me to Quentin and back. “I have stuff to do anyway.”
“Fine,” said Gordan sullenly, and stepped out of the room. Alex gave me a mournful look and followed her. Neither one said good-bye.
I sat on the edge of the futon, jerking a thumb toward the door. “What’s hisproblem?”
“Other than being one of Nature’s grade- A ass-holes?” Co
“He likes you, and he feels that he’s upset you,” Elliot said, moving to close the door.
“He didupset me. Has he pulled this ‘you must love me’ stunt with anyone else, or am I lucky?” Co
Elliot sighed. “Would it matter if I said he can’t really help it?”
“Not when he tried to take advantage of me.” There’s room in Faerie for everything. That doesn’t mean I need to put up with it. “He kissed me. After I told him not to.”
“Now I want to hit him even more,” Co
“Sometimes Alex has . . . poor impulse control,” said Elliot. “I apologize.”
“I don’t care. If he touches me again, I’ll break his face. We clear?”
“We’re clear.” Elliot looked from me to Co