Page 65 of Cryptic Dreams

With a practiced ease I’ll ask about later, she shoots out both tires on the driver’s side while I all but slam on the brakes, and watch as the sedan loses control and begins to roll across our lane and into the next, successfully crashing into the second car Hans sent to eliminate us.

Both cars go careening toward the barricade, barely missing the semi we were using as a shield, and once I’m sure neither vehicle will be following us, I regain speed and whip through traffic toward the nearest exit.

By the time we reach our home, Zephyr is solely focused on my arm, the two bullet holes burning from shoulder to hand, but I could care less.

“That was smashing, love.” I smile as she drags me inside the house. “Bloody fucking brilliant.”

“You gotshot!” she scolds.

I stop her at the bottom of the stairs and tug her by the gloveless hand toward the kitchen. “It wasn’t the first time and probably won’t be the last. That said, I think we should stay in my study today.”

Zephyr frowns and parks her hands on her generous hips. “I need to take care of your arm.”

“In due time.” I gently pull her again but she shakes her head. “Zephyr, please. I know you may not wish to share a room with me—”

“It’s not that. Just… just hold on.”

I watch my sweet mate rush up the stairs, my head a little fuzzy from the adrenaline crash as well as my wounds. Wounds that are bleeding at an unnatural rate for the likes of me.

Moments later, Zephyr returns carrying her lockbox and before I’m given an explanation, she grabs my hand and leads me exactly where I want to go. Where Ineedto go because I’ll surely pass out as soon as I feed and have the silver dug from my flesh and muscle.

“I can’t believe you got shot.” My gentle breeze plants my arse on a chaise once the door is in place and secure, the video monitors kicking on as the room flickers to life. Zephyr sets down her safe then moves to the first aid kit, myself a little amazed at how well she’s able to figure things out without me uttering a word.

I smirk as she grabs the holes in my shirt and rips the tattered material open. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, my love, taking a couple bullets is mere child’s play.”

“I appreciate it,” Zephyr says as she scowls at my arm. “Don’t make it a habit, though.”

“Why?”

She rolls her eyes. “You know why.”

“Enlighten me.”

“Because.”

“Becausewhy?”

Zephyr lets out a frustrated huff as she picks up a small pair of forceps. “Because… just because!”

“This will not do. I need to know what reasons you have for requiring I do not get shot for you on a regular basis.”

“Because I don’t ever want to feel the way I did when those bullets hit you again.”

I open my mouth, but instead of words, a rather feminine and shrill scream leaves my lips as Zephyr digs into my arm and pulls the first bullet free.

“Motherfucker, wanker, nutsack, asshat!”

She smirks and moves to the second to do the same.

“Cocksucking, twatwaffle grabbing fuckstick!”

“SilverandUV.” Zephyr holds the .44 mm out as my head begins to spin. “Shit. Wraith? Baby, look at me.”

“I will never not look at you. You are all I see.”

“That’s sweet, but you need to look at me… never mind.”

I chuckle because I feel rather loopy. “Does no good. My eyes are a void and one cannot determine a blasted thing from them.”