Dex sorted out
all of Sloane’s pillows, fluffing them up and arranging them before bringing
the tray over.
Once Sloane was
settled, Dex placed the tray over his lap and kissed him, tasting a faint hint
of minty freshness.
down at the tray.
“Is it okay?” Dex
asked. Had he forgotten something? “Eggs benedict and pancakes are your
Dex held back a
smile. “Are they too unmanly? Should I have made them grenade-shaped? I’m sure
Letty’s got a
mold for those.”
“No, hearts are fine. It’s real sweet. Thank you.”
Dex sat down on the
edge of the bed beside him. He ran his fingers through Sloane’s hair feeling
for having left
him on his own last night. Sloane could take care of himself, even if he was
his partner was
drugged up and obviously feeling a little out of it, considering his reaction
to the heart
Maybe it was time he took care of his partner like he’d promised he would.
“Why don’t you
eat your breakfast while I shower, and we’ll watch a movie or something
Sloane gave him a
wide smile. “I’d like that.”
Dex left Sloane
to his breakfast and went off to shower as quickly as he could. Showering
much fun without
his partner. As he lathered himself up, a naughty thought occurred to him. He’d
make his partner purr. Finishing up, he could barely hold back his smile or the
him. Easy there, Daley. Don’t get yourself worked up yet. He dressed in his
bottoms and a loose faded Back to the Future T-shirt before heading out into
was smiling, his plate devoid of any evidence food had ever been on there. Wow,
partner had been
hungry. Really hungry. Starving. Sort of like after….
“Please tell me
you didn’t.” Dex removed the tray and put it on the floor against the wall. He
blanket back and
tried to lift Sloane’s T-shirt, but his partner slapped his hand away. “Sloane,
let me see,
damn it.” He
grabbed Sloane’s wrist with one hand and managed to pull up the cotton shirt,
under his breath
at the tiny beads of blood seeping through the bandage. “For f**k’s sake, did
you try to
Sloane looked away, Dex had his answer. No wonder his partner was out of it. It
just the meds.
Sloane hadn’t recuperated from postshift. Dex opened the minifridge and found
slammed the fridge door shut.
After you called,” Sloane mumbled.
“Last night?” Dex
put a hand to his head. Veggies and hummus were all well and good for Sloane’s
Human side, but
not for the Felid inside him. He needed meat, protein, and more than the packet
Dex had left him in the fridge. “F**k. Sloane, you know you’re not supposed to
doctor said so, and it’s in the packet. To make matters worse, you do it when
one here to
perform postshift trauma care? With no access to the right foods? What were you
“I’m thinking I
need to f**king heal, and if that’s the quickest way to do it, then it’s a risk
I’m willing to
surprised Dex, and he took a step back. His partner’s pupils were dilated and
elongated. F**k, what the hell was going on? It was like Sloane was having
trouble controlling his
feral side. Dex
could see it. He could see the Felid inside Sloane staring back at him from
amber eyes. Could
the meds be doing this? The recovery packet the doctor had given them
not shift while he was healing, especially while on his meds.
“Okay, take it
easy. It’s me.” Dex held his hands up in front of him and swallowed hard, aware
“There’s no hurry for you to heal, Sloane. It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay,”
Sloane snarled, his fingers flexing against the sheets and his nails starting
to grow. F**k.
“Sloane, you need
to breathe. Calm down.” Dex slowly edged away from the bed. Why was this
had never lost his grip on his Felid side. Not to mention he’d yet to fully
attempt. “Please, Sloane. Your body’s not healed from the first try. Who knows
attempt will do?”
There was no
reply from Sloane. He was gritting his teeth, his face red, and his muscles
“Sloane, you need
“I can’t.” Sloane
lowered his head, his fierce gaze on Dex.
“To protect you!”
Dex gasped as
Sloane let out a roar, his body starting to shift. What the hell was Dex
supposed to do?
He’d never faced
a Therian who’d lost control of his Human side, much less an Apex predator.
he backed up
against the far wall, cringing as Sloane’s cries of agony filled the room.
Sloane tore at his
his T-shirt and pajama bottoms off before his mass shifted, bones popped, and
pierced his skin.
Dex reached into his pocket and with shaky hands placed a call.
A gruff voice
answered. “What do you want?”
“Ash, you have to
help me.” The panic in his voice must have been clear, because Ash’s tone
its usual gruffness to concern.
“What’s going on,
Dex? Talk to me.”
He’s shifting, but it’s not… not normal. He tried last night but couldn’t
complete the transformation. Then we got into an argument, and it’s like he’s
lost it. I don’t think he’s in control. How
he can’t get to you. I’m on my way. I’ve still got my key to your place.”
Ash hung up, and
Dex shoved his phone in his pocket. Where the f**k was he supposed to hide?
he moved his gaze
to the bed, he stilled. There was no time for hiding. The huge black jaguar lay
center of the
bed, his tail thumping against the headboard. He sniffed the sheets, then the
air before his
gaze landed on