My Protector (Bewitched and Bewildered Book 2) (13 page)

He ran to the foyer to see his mate laid out on the floor looking up. She blinked slowly then began moving each limb separately. Gavriel knelt at her side checking for any signs of head injury. Colton and Keelan came running from the media room. They looked down eyes wide.

"Shit! Elizabeth are you okay?" Keelan asked kneeling at her other side taking her hand. He spoke a spell softly and their joined hands began to glow.

"Fine, this is normal. Arms and legs are okay, but I think my ribs are cracked," she said in between shallow breaths.

Keelan nodded. "I can't 'see' the injury, but there's definitely a crack, you're lucky I don't sense a break. This spell should help you heal faster, but you'll need to rest for a while." He sat back on his heels.

Gavriel picked her up gently and held her close. Keelan stood and brushed off his pants. Gavriel was thankful that Keelan had been home to heal his mate, but what about next time? What if no one had been home? What if she had been seriously hurt? His heart continued to try and climb up his throat. He turned to Colton. "If I could beg a favor? Could you see Ryuu in the kitchen and see if he can put together a lunch for us? I want to take Beth upstairs and put her to bed to rest."

Colton looked at him. "Of course I can. You take care of Beth and I'll be up in a bit." He winked at Beth and turned to head towards the kitchen.

Keelan smiled at Beth and looked at Gavriel. "If you need me just call. I can do another healing spell in a couple hours that should knit the bones together completely." He cracked his neck. "You know, lunch sounds really good right now. I'm always hungry after doing spells and we've done a lot today." He gave a salute and followed Colton to the kitchen.

"I can walk," Beth protested, blushing.

"If I had my way you would never walk again." He turned and started up the stairs. "I'm just going to tie you to my bed where I know you'll be safe." He almost stumbled himself when her pupils dilated.

"That doesn't sound so bad," she whispered, smiling.

Politics. Politics and council meetings. Think of anything but her naked and tied down to the bed.
 

"
If such things interest you, it would be my duty as your mate to indulge you," he murmured against her ear. When they reached the top he turned left and walked towards their room.

"A duty huh?" she asked, arching a brow at him.

"I am very diligent and thorough when it comes to my duties." He reached down and turned the door knob. He pushed the door open with his shoulder and kicked it closed behind him. Gently he lay her down on the bed and pulled the covers up. The shock on her face soothed his pride. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

"No, seriously, I'm okay." She went to push the covers back and he shook his head.

"You rest for a bit. I'm going to call your uncle." He pulled the covers back up.

Pouting, she glared at him but then yawned. Blushing again she snuggled down into the covers.

"Okay, but wake me up for lunch."

"Of course darling." He leaned down and kissed her temple.

"Best. Mate. Ever," she said and closed her eyes.

Feeling like he could take on the world he walked out of the bedroom and into his study. He shut the door and walked over to sit down at his desk. He picked up the phone and dialed the number to the vampire leader's main office.

"Elder Rioux's office, may I ask who is speaking and the nature of your call," a crisp female voice asked.

"This is Gavriel Ambrosios calling to speak to Magnus," Gavriel said.

"Mr. Ambrosios, what is your position?" she continued.

Gavriel pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it. He had dropped out of vampire society for a while, but dammit she should know his name! As much as he appreciated the fact that his people had structure and weren't aware of his age, he didn't like having to dance to someone else's tune.
 

"I am second in command to Unit Commander Aiden McKenzie of the Alpha Unit in Lycaonia," he explained.

"Oh. Shifters," she sniffed and continued. "Mr. Ambrosios, if you leave a message, Elder Rioux will get to it as soon as he can. Otherwise, I can schedule you a phone appointment. Let's see, his next available opening is March 17
th
." Her voice was condescending.

March 17
th
was over four months away!

Grinding his teeth he took a deep breath. "I cannot wait four months to speak with him. If you would just let him know who is on the phone I'm sure he'd take my call."

"Mr. Ambrosios, Elder Rioux is a very important man; he doesn't have time to speak with every person who thinks that they have a problem. I must suggest you take your problem to your local Elder first, if he deems it important enough I'm sure that he will reach out to Elder Rioux," she advised, taking the offer to schedule him a phone appointment off the table.

"What I need to speak to him about is of a personal nature and cannot be discussed with René. Please put me on hold and tell Magnus that I am on the phone. Like I said, I'm sure he'll take my call," he explained again. Like hell was he going to go to René to ask about Beth!

"That is Elder Evreux and Elder Rioux to you, sir! I honestly don't know who you think you are, but I won't allow you to speak about our Elders so disrespectfully!" she practically screeched before the line went dead.

Gavriel took a deep breath before he attempted to use his phone again. He didn't want to buy a new one because he had crushed the one in his hand.

He dialed the number again and waited.

"Elder Rioux's office, may I ask who is speaking and the nature of your call," the same female voice asked.

Gavriel didn't even bother with the niceties this time. "Put Magnus on the phone in the next five minutes or you will have to explain to Magbus why he has suddenly lost his council seat. I am Gavriel Ambrosios. I was defending our race before you and your Elders were born. Not only am I old enough to have fathered both René and Magnus, but I also own fifty-five percent of every major vampire holding since the dawn of our people. After you get your Elder on the phone I suggest you take the time to brush up on our people's ruling houses. House Ambrosios is the oldest and most revered house of the vampire race," he hissed.

"What? I? H ... h ... hold ... please," the woman stuttered.

Breathing hard he silently cursed himself for losing his temper. His transition was coming to an apex soon and he was finding it harder and harder to keep himself under control.

"Who in the hell is this? And why is my secretary in tears?" an angry voice demanded.

"Hello Magnus, it's Gavriel Ambrosios. You might want to make sure your secretary knows who the founding families are before she tells another one of us to leave a message or to go to our local Elder for insignificant issues," Gavriel said acerbically.
 

"Oh for crying out loud Gavriel!" Magnus's voice became more muffled. "Yes he is who he says he is. Yes, he is a founding member. I don't know why he isn't listed in your literature, you will need to find that out and fix it before coming back here tomorrow. Oh, for goodness sake woman quit blubbering and take the rest of the day off."

Gavriel heard a click, silence and then seconds later Magnus's voice was back and sounding much clearer than before.

"There. I have transferred you to my personal line. You'd better be treating my Bethy better than you treated my secretary," Magnus growled.

"Don't. Magnus, just don't. Later. You can berate me later all you wish, just not now." Gavriel brought a hand up and rested his forehead against it. How was he supposed to keep Beth safe when he could barely function himself?

"Hell, Gavriel, I'm sorry. How bad is it? I won't waste my breath asking which transition this is for you, since I know you won't answer, but know that you're family now. I would never do anything that would hurt my Bethy. You have your reasons for keeping your age a secret. If it's important to you, it's now important to me." Magnus's voice sounded sincere.

Gavriel closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. "I've lost count. But this one, it's the worst it has ever been. I can't get enough blood, the hunger, it's always there. The only time it recedes even for a little while is after I feed from Beth. I'm not sure if her being my mate is what makes the difference."

"If it's as bad as you say your body is preparing for a major power increase. It's not even December, Gavriel, how much longer do you have? Most vampiric apexes happen around Long Night."

"My apex should be hitting soon. I don't remember much about my childhood, but I do remember my mother telling me I was special because I was born early, I think my birthday is soon."
 

"You don't even remember your birthday anymore?" Magnus asked softly.

"I have forgotten more than our entire race remembers." Gavriel opened his eyes; leaning back further he stared at the stark white ceiling.

"By the First Blood, you're serious aren't you?" Magnus whispered.

"I'm afraid so. Let's just say there is much I could correct even within our history books," he said, hoping Magnus would read between the lines concerning his age.
 

He heard papers being moved and typing. "I'm making an announcement to our people regarding your mating with Beth. I'm also going to make it known that unless I find a mate of my own and produce an heir, I am naming Beth the heir to my house and you the heir to my council seat. The people here in Noctem Falls know and respect Beth despite the fact that she is a shifter. They will listen to her should something happen to me." He paused and lowered his voice. "I spoke with Beth earlier, something is coming and I want our Houses to be joined and impregnable before this unknown threat descends upon us. We may avoid possible threats if the enemy has to take on Houses Ambrosios and Rioux combined," Magnus said.

Gavriel heard the sound of more papers rustling. "You don't have to do that, you still have plenty of time to find your own mate. You're not that old Magnus."
 

Magnus laughed. "Gods, you actually make me feel young and that is saying a lot, my friend. Look at it this way, our enemy may assign me a protection detail to avoid having to deal with you."

Gavriel smiled. "That's probably at least half true."

"You didn't call to harass me did you?" Magnus asked.

"No, actually I called to get Broderick Monroe's phone number."

"I'll text you his information so you can add it to your contact list. Are you sure Beth is well?"

"She took a tumble down the stairs and I almost swallowed my tongue. I was hoping Broderick could provide some insight on how he was able to raise her to adulthood in one piece." Gavriel's phone chimed as the contact information came through.

Magnus started to chuckle. "Neither Broderick nor Beth know, but Caspian came to me right after he mated with Beth's father. She was only about one years old at the time; I don't think he had slept in days. Every time he turned away, she found herself in some new life-threatening situation. What scared us all to death was that she never cried or tried to find help. One day I found her limping through the palace hallway with her arm dangling broken at her side. Poor Cas was at a breaking point. From the age of two until she was thirty, I had one witch healer and one vampire assigned to her almost around the clock. By the time she was thirty she knew to find someone or call out for help when she got hurt. I won't tell you how much I had to pay for the severance package for the two on her protection detail, but I will tell you it had to cover PTSD therapy, the poor bastards." Magnus chuckled again and Gavriel put a hand to his stomach, he felt like he was going to be sick.

"Still, despite her unnatural bad luck, I've never had a more dedicated assistant. It took me years to find a replacement after she decided to leave home to see how humans lived. No one was even half as competent as she was. I don't suppose you would be interested in giving up being a unit warrior to move back to Noctem Falls? Beth could go back to pretty much running things for me and you could make sure that our people don't forget what you look like," Magnus wheedled.

"I'm afraid not. I am needed here; you'll just have to keep replacing your secretaries," Gavriel teased.

"Damn. Keep me posted about what is happening out there. Bypass René and call me directly." Magnus instructed.

"Make sure the secretary knows to put me though," Gavriel said sourly.

"Hah! Give Beth my love."

"I will, thanks again, Magnus."

"Anytime."

Gavriel hung up feeling exhausted. Knowing Magnus, his mate had grown up with the highest level protection detail money could buy and she had still managed to hurt herself on a regular basis. Was she cursed? What had Magnus called it? Unnatural bad luck? Shaking his head he dialed the number for Broderick Monroe.
 

Broderick picked up on the second ring. "Hello? Who is this?"
 

"Hello sir, this is Gavriel Ambrosios."
 

He heard a chuckle. "I thought I might be hearing from you."

In the background Gavriel heard a second male voice ask "Is that him?".

"Yes, Caspian, it's Beth's mate. Gavriel, I'm putting you on speakerphone." After a brief pause he heard Broderick come back on the line. "Okay we're both here. How did Beth hurt herself?" he asked.

"She fell down the stairs."
 

"Ahh. Yes, she doesn't get along well with stairs or rugs. Basically anything that could be a trip hazard is a disaster waiting to happen," Broderick said.

"Flat surfaces are best, but not a guarantee," he heard Caspian chime in.

"She won't want to wear it, but make her reset her 'Alert' necklace. You'll need to change it so that if she activates it will reach out to you and local friends instead of us. She absolutely hates it, but it has saved her life more than once," Broderick said.

"We had it made for her sixteenth birthday, a lot of fae magic went into it," Caspian explained.

"How did you not lose your minds with worry?" Gavriel exhaled.