The Dark-Hunters (784 page)

The beefy man with long, curly blond hair scoffed. “Girl, I don’t think you want to see this. Carson’s a whiz at medicine, but dayam.” He gestured toward Seth’s injuries. “This is some seriously nasty shit. Unless you’re a doctor, too, you’ll just be in the way, and you’ll probably lose some lunch before all is said and done.”

Lydia bit her lip in indecision.

“C’mon,” the blond man said more gently this time. “My name’s Dev, and we won’t be far away. Just in the next room, okay?”

Still she held on to Seth’s hand and that succeeded in bringing tears to his eyes. But he blinked them back before anyone else saw them.

“I’ll be okay, Lydia. Go with him.”

Her topaz gaze glowed with her reluctance. But finally, she nodded. “If you need anything, call for me and I’ll come.”

He let go even though it pained him to do so.

Dev took her out of the room.

Carson glanced at the man with short, black hair. “Colt? Can you let Margery know it’s safe to come in now?”

“Sure, Doc. I’ll also let Fang and Aimee know we’ve got company.”

“Thanks.” Carson draped a warm, thin blanket over Seth’s loins to give him a modicum of modesty.

He hated to admit it, but he was grateful for Carson’s action, and he despised the fact that he couldn’t dress himself or conjure enough powers to do it.

The Greek Phonoi and Dolophoni had stripped his armor off not long after they’d driven him into the Wall. Those bitches. If he ever laid hands on either group, he’d tear them apart.

But last night, he hadn’t stood a chance. Not when his powers were already low and they assaulted him with reapers and dagnytes first. He still had no idea why Thorn would have aligned himself with the Greeks. Normally he stayed out of such things. The dark lord despised demon politics.

Not that it mattered. The important thing was that Seth had to get enough strength back to protect Lydia before they found her.

Seth glanced over to the door Colt had left through to see a tiny woman with red hair several shades lighter than his and blue eyes, come in. She wore some kind of blue shirt and a white jacket with a long white skirt that had running shoes peeking out from beneath the hem. Her hair was coiled into a bun and she had a pair of cat-like glasses.

She offered Seth a kind smile. “Glad to know the danger’s past.” Pushing her glasses further up on her nose with her knuckle, she joined Carson beside him. “The woman’s named Lydia, by the way.”

“Yeah I know,” Carson said as he laid out things Seth couldn’t identify. “He called her by name before she left. Our guest here is Seth.”

She smiled at him again. “Hi, Seth. I’m Margery, Margy or Marge, Mars or about a dozen other nicknames people use for me. I’ll answer to just about anything so long as it’s not an insult. And in case you’re wondering, I’m the other doctor who works here with Carson. We’re going to get you patched up real fast, okay?”

Frowning at her outgoing ebullience, Seth wasn’t sure what to make of these individuals. His powers were so weak that he felt exposed and unsure. Defenseless. He hated to be this vulnerable when he didn’t know who or what he was up against.

What their abilities were.

Never mind their intentions.

Carson shined a light into his eye that had the broken blood vessels.

Cursing, Seth grabbed his hand and shoved the light out of his face.

“It’s okay,” Carson said patiently. “I’m just trying to assess what all has been done to you.”

“Isn’t it obvious? I had the shit beat of me.” What kind of physician couldn’t tell that by looking at him from across the room?

Did they not know what they were doing?

Carson laughed. “Yes, I’m aware of that. But I need something a little more specific before I treat you.” He stepped forward again. “May I look in your eyes? I want to see if you’re in shock or have a concussion.”

Seth nodded, and did his best to not strike out at him. But it was hard when Carson’s merciless light made his head hurt even worse than it already did.

Once Carson finished with that, he slid the light into his jacket pocket. “Do you mind if we wash the paint off your face?”

Yes, he did. Greatly. “Why?”

“Well, it’s going to make it a lot harder to clean and dress the cuts you have and I’m pretty sure you’re going to need sutures on one of them. Not something we want to do over greasepaint. That’s if you don’t mind?”

What did it matter at this point? Could he really look any weaker to them than he already did?

“Okay.”

Margery came forward with a warm cloth to clean his face while Carson examined the cut one of the Phonoi had made through his stomach.

One day, he was going to find that bitch and pay her back tenfold for that cut. She’d had the nerve to laugh after she did it.

Once Margery had his face clean, Carson felt the bones around the eye Noir had punched. Seth could only imagine how beautiful that “kiss” was after last night’s punch.

Carson sighed. “All right, Seth, I know you’re not a shapeshifter. And by the severity of these wounds and the fact you’re still alive, never mind fully conscious and not screaming your head off, I’m going to assume you’re some kind of immortal. Not a Dark-Hunter with those eyes. So what are you, then? Demon? Vampire?”

Seth choked on the word he hated. “Demigod.”

Carson exchanged an unidentifiable look with Margery that Seth wasn’t so sure about, then asked, “Greek?”

“Egyptian.”

“Ah. Okay, I’m a little rusty on your pantheon. We don’t come across you guys much here. And let’s face it, I can’t exactly Google real facts about ancient gods. So I’m hoping you can help me out a little. Do you know, offhand, if I can give you anything to relieve your pain?”

That question confused him. “I don’t understand.”

Margery patted him gently on the shoulder. “Do you know what medicines can ease your pain?”

Oh … He remembered his adoptive father had used salves and some kind of root plant to soothe pain, but he had no idea what any of them had been. It was too long ago to remember.

And since then … Noir, Azura, and the others had only wanted to give him pain, never take it away.

“No. Whenever I’m injured, I eventually heal without anything.”

“Has anyone ever tried to give you anything?” Carson asked.

Only a hard time. “No.”

Carson rubbed his jaw as he thought it over. After a few seconds, he nodded at the other doctor. “All right, Marge … I’m going to give you the honor of choosing for him. Have fun.”

“Oh thanks a lot, Carson. I appreciate it.” She winked at Seth. “If it doesn’t work, remember the one you want to be mad at is the male doctor, not the woman.”

Carson snorted at her, then turned his attention back to Seth. “Do you mind if I knock you out?”

Hell yes, he minded. Last thing he wanted was to be hit anymore. He was tired of it.

Anger ripped through him as he glared at Carson. “Why would you want to do that?”

“So that we can work on you without causing you pain.”

Yeah, right. No one cared about giving pain to others. They lived for it.

And now that he thought about it, he realized how stupid it was to be here with them. What had he done?

How could he have let them separate him from Lydia? Dear gods, they could be doing anything to her right now. Anything. What if she needed him?

What if they were hurting her?

Panic laid hard talons into his conscience. He had to find her before it was too late. “Where’s Lydia?”

“She’s safe,” Carson reassured him.

Bullshit.

“I don’t trust you … Lydia!” He tried to sit up, then groaned as the pain in his stomach and head made him sick.

The doctor forced him back down, but he wasn’t about to go. Not until he was sure they weren’t raping or torturing her. Or worse, handing her back to Noir.

“Lydia!”

She came running through the door.

Only then did he breathe easily. He shoved at Carson so that he could reach for her.

Lydia took his outstretched hand and held it tight. Frowning, she glanced around at all three of them. “What’s wrong?”

He couldn’t answer for a few seconds as he struggled with the misery that tore into him from every angle. The only thing that grounded him was her soft touch … the concern in her warm eyes.

“I didn’t know what they were doing to you,” he said at last.

“They were feeding me.”

Really? He found it impossible to believe. “You’re all right, then? No one hurt you? You’re sure?”

Lydia’s heart broke at the panic in his suspicious gaze. She cupped his face in her hands, desperate to calm him down and soothe him before he hurt himself any worse. “Not everyone is cruel, Seth. I told you that. It’s all good. They’re not going to hurt us. I promise.” She pushed him back onto the bed.

Seth growled in fury as another round of agony shot across his stomach and down his back. Gah, it hurt.

Lydia took his hand into hers and placed her head next to his on the bed. He closed his eyes as he savored the first bit of real pleasure he’d ever known.

“I’m right here, Seth,” she whispered to him as she brushed his hair back from his face. “I’m not going anywhere.” She kissed his cheek, then looked up at Carson. “Do whatever you need to.”

“You sure? ’Cause he’s better off untreated than having another episode like that one.”

“He won’t fight you.” She tightened her grip in his hand. “Will you, sweetie?”

Seth couldn’t speak as he heard her endearment. No one had ever used one for him or if they had, he couldn’t recall it. In that moment, he knew he was lost to her.

There was nothing she could ask of him that he wouldn’t do. Nothing.

“I won’t fight,” he breathed.

The doctors returned while Lydia stroked his hair. He’d never felt anything better than her fingers against his scalp. Her tenderness left him even more raw and bleeding than his wounds. It shattered something deep inside him that craved her.

Suddenly, something sharp bit into his arm. Cursing, he reached for the doctor and grabbed him in his fist.

Lydia pulled at his hand. “It’s all right, Seth. It’s just medicine. It’ll help you. I promise. Please let go.”

Seth did, but only because she asked him to.

Lying back, he tried to focus on Lydia’s face.

He couldn’t. His eyelids were so heavy now. The pain was fading and as it went, it pulled him with it.

Seth tried to fight it, but in the end, he took one breath and surrendered himself to the darkness.

Lydia let out a relieved sigh as Seth finally relaxed. “I’m so sorry about that,” she said to Carson.

“Think nothing of it. Believe me, we’ve seen just about everything you can imagine, and a few things I’m sure you can’t, shoot through our doors at one time or another.” Carson inclined his head toward Seth. “And he’s not the only one with a really bad past. Believe me.”

Margery brought a tray of medical instruments over to the bed. “You might want to go finish eating now, hon. He should be out for a while.”

Lydia wouldn’t put money on that. Not from what she’d seen of his stamina. “Or he could wake up in a few minutes and reach for your throats again. If you don’t mind, I’d rather stay like I promised. He doesn’t trust easily and I don’t want him to stop trusting me, you know?”

Margery’s glance went straight to Carson before she caught her slip, then quickly turned it back to Lydia. “I do know. But if you’re squeamish, you might want to face the wall while we work.”

“That I will do.”

Carson brought her a chair.

Sitting down, Lydia listened to them as they started patching Seth up. She would have commented on the germs, but then given Seth’s immortality it probably wasn’t that big a concern.

“So how long have you two been doctors?”

Carson laughed. “About a hundred years for me. Margery, a little less.”

Margery snorted. “A lot less. I’m human and I’ve been working with Carson for over a decade, but haven’t had my medical license all that long.”

Fascinating.

“So what clan do you belong to?” Carson asked.

Lydia had no idea what he was asking about. “Clan?”

“You’re Tsakali Katagaria … what clan are you?”

Her heart pounded as she swung around to face him. “You can’t say that to anyone. Ever. Okay?”

He arched his brow. “Ah … okay. But that’s going to be a little hard to keep secret here. Any Were-Hunter who comes into contact with you will know it instantly.”

Crap! Why would Jaden send her here after telling her not to breathe a word of her jackal status to Seth? Surely someone as powerful as he would have known that other Were-Hunters could sense her and identify her species. Had he done it intentionally? Was that why Seth was so mistrusting of him?

She suddenly felt like a complete blind fool for ever listening to Jaden.

And I even hugged him.
She could beat both of them. Him for doing it and her for listening.

Her entire body started shaking as she feared Seth’s waking up to hear this. “Then we can’t stay. We have to go.”

Carson scowled at her. “What are you so afraid of?”

Death. Dismemberment. Noir finding them. Solin getting hurt. Seth dying when he couldn’t.

Greek gods out to kill her.

The list kept growing by the second.

Don’t tell him any of it.
It was none of his business. Especially since Seth’s paranoia had started to infect her.

But she had to make sure they kept their mouths shut. For everyone’s well-being. “You can’t tell anyone that we’re here or tell them anything about us. Do you understand?”

Carson’s gaze turned dark and dangerous. “Who are you running from?”

She bit her lip as she debated what she should let out and what she should keep between her and Seth.

“Listen,” Carson’s tone matched his dour expression. “The people and animals here are my family. If you pose a danger to them, I need to know. We’ve already been attacked once and nearly destroyed. If we have another enemy coming, then we need to know immediately. We have children and infants here to protect.”

Children. Here.

That changed everything. She didn’t want anyone ever having the memories she had. No child should hear or see their mother die.