Page 32 of Dark Island: Rescue

The elevator required a thumbprint to operate, and he somehow managed it without shifting the sleeping Angelica.

The level the clinic was on was deathly quiet, but Edgar hoped Julian would be on the premises because of what was still going on in the dungeon. He wasn't privy to all the details, but he knew that the clan was still keeping prisoners there. There were also the paranormals that everyone was hoping would transition. It was still early in the morning, though, so perhaps Julian hadn't arrived yet.

The clinic door responded when he pushed it with his foot, and as he entered, he saw the physician sitting in the doctor's office with the door open.

"I need help, Julian!" he said as he continued to one of the two patients' rooms with Angelica.

He laid her on the table and adjusted her robe that had fallen open to reveal her ample breasts.

"I awoke to find her burning up with a high fever," Edgar said as Julian followed him into the room. "I've been careful not to induce her, but I think she's transitioning."

Julian pulled out a thermometer from his pocket and aimed it at Angelica's forehead. "Temperature's 104.2." He pulled out a penlight, checking Angelica's pupils.

"You know that Angelica is a confirmed Dormant, right?" Edgar thought it was prudent to mention that. "She's Frankie's cousin on her mother's side."

Julian nodded. "Nevertheless, you should have called me instead of just bringing her in. I would have come to see her in her place."

"I didn't want to wait." Edgar slumped into a chair. "I was afraid she would slip into unconsciousness, and I wouldn't know what to do. She's safer under your care."

"Kian is not going to be happy about it," Julian murmured as he continued his examination.

"If I called him, he would have approved it," Edgar said. "I can call him right now if you want."

Julian shook his head. "Kian is in Safe Harbor, and it's night over there. I wouldn't want to wake him up for something like this."

Edgar spread his arms and lifted his brow in an expression that clearly communicated "I told you so."

Julian cast him an amused glance. "You have a problem with impulse control."

"I do not." Edgar crossed his arms over his chest. "Why would you say that?"

"I've seen you in action in Tibet."

Edgar straightened in the plastic chair. "What do you mean? I did an excellent job in Tibet."

"You did, but you also managed to insult the gods and Jasmine with your implied accusations."

That was as true as it was shameful.

He'd been consumed by jealousy, and his possessiveness and lack of trust had driven Jasmine away.

Then again, she'd always been meant for Ell-rom, and she'd used Edgar as a stand-in, someone to warm her bed while she'd waited for her prince.

It had hurt like a son-of-a-bitch when she'd endedthings and moved on to Ell-rom, but she'd been right to point out that they both deserved a truelove mate. Jasmine had found hers right away, but Edgar wasn't sure that Angelica was his one and only.

She might be, but he'd thought that Jasmine was the one, and that hadn't turned out well, so he was being careful now.

"I assume that you didn't tell Angelica yet." Julian prepared several vials, and Edgar averted his gaze, not wanting to see the physician draw blood from the unconscious Angelica. It seemed wrong somehow.

"I didn't," he admitted. "I wanted to make sure that she was my truelove mate before I committed to her."

"Is she?" Julian asked.

"She might be."

The doctor shook his head. "Get over your insecurities, Edgar, and tell the girl. It's not like she won't transition. You know she will."

"I know, but she might move on to someone else after she's fully immortal."