“Tamed,” Rowe repeated. “Just perfect! What you’re saying is, when he wakes up he’s going to be hell on wheels.”
“Only in theory, but, yes I believe so.” Theo picked up his bag. “We’re only a few hours deep, Rowe. Get some rest before the party starts.”
“Party,” Rowe snarled. “Fucking perfect,” he muttered.
“On the brighter side of things, I received Jessica’s test results,” Theo commented, facing the end of the hall.
“Not one trace of the feral toxin in her body. Just like last time and all the times before that. Everything is perfectly normal.”
“And the eggs?”
“The same.” Theo smiled. “We’re still on for this weekend. Get some sleep, Rowe.”
Rowe watched the doctor disappear down the hall before he took another attempt at opening Knox’s door. He had barely put a foot past the threshold when he found himself on his back. Knox loomed above him, red eyes and fangs bared.
“Hello, Knoxtian. I see your doing well.”
The pissed off vampire grabbed fistfuls of the prince’s shirt. His face descended until they were mere inches away. “Don’t. Fuck. With me,” he growled.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” Rowe assured. “But the floor is not my favorite spot to lounge. If you wouldn’t mind letting me up, I’d appreciate it.”
“What do you want?” Red eyes swirled. Knox gripped tighter.
“I wanted to check on you, damn it! Stop acting like the fucking beast master and lay off. I am only trying to help, offer you some support.”
Knox let his hands go, causing Rowe’s head to thud against the floor. “I didn’t ask for your help.” Movements rigid, predatory, Knox rose from the prince. He stepped aside but his eyes were still fixed as Rowe got up and dusted himself off.
“It’s a wonder you didn’t eat Theo,” he muttered. A snarl gave him cause to roll his eyes. “Really?”
“This is my room. That is my mate and I don’t want you in here! So. Yeah. Really!”
“Maybe you missed the part where this is my compound. I am you’re fucking prince and that there is one of my mother-fucking subjects. If you want to play this game with me, Knox, I’ll step it up and drop the supportive friend bit. Calm the fuck down and sit. Sit with your mate. Sit on the ceiling. Sit in the bath with green eggs and ham. I don’t give a rat’s ass as long as you chill out. I know what you’re feeling right now. I know that terror of your mate dying and you forget everything except their last breath. We all do! So stop it, right now.”
With wide strides, Knox stormed across the room. His breath graced over Rowe’s face. “Or what?”
“Or—” The prince’s eyes swirled. Power crackled. The room filled with energy that stole Knox’s breath. “—I’ll kick your ass.”
A showdown of eyes, clenched fists and heavy breathing ensued before Knox stepped back. Rowe was the victor here and he knew it. “Fuck!”
Rowe snarled. “I win. Sit down.”
Knox, even angry, was careful when he sat on the bed. Isaac’s heart beat was so fast he could hear it. He was scared shitless and there was nothing anyone could do until he woke up. It was only a matter of when.
“Now that you’re cooperating, I wanted to assure you that when they arrive, I’ll keep them back for as long as possible. No one is to get involved or start an altercation unless I say so. Micah is going to be in a mood, and honestly, I don’t blame him. The death of a parent is hard and everyone reacts differently. Cade on the other hand… well, we know how he’s going to be. He said as much on the phone.
This is such shit timing, Knoxtian. I really am sorry, but you have to deal with this. I’ll help in any way I can, but for the most part, it’s up to you. Isaac can’t exactly speak for himself right now. You have to prove yourself to Cade. Somehow, someway, a miracle from God—you have to do what you have to do. But try and keep Isaac’s future relationship with them in mind.”
“You basically just gave me a pep talk to get my ass kicked.” Knox took another look at Isaac and grew restless. He’d never been the patient type. This wait was killing him.
“And you basically asked for it. Just so we’re clear.” Rowe stood.
“Whatever. It’s true.” Knox walked to the window. “You don’t have to wait around. I’m good now.”
“Sure you are.” Rowe snorted. He grabbed the remote and jumped on the small couch. “And I’m not going anywhere. What do you want to watch?”
“You fucking kidding me right now?”
“Do I look like I’m smiling?” Rowe took the lid off a candy dish on the coffee table, popping a gummy worm into his mouth.
“Awesome.” Knox threw his hands up. “Just fucking awesome! Thousands of years under my belt and I still need a babysitter.”
“It appears you do, old friend.” Rowe flicked the television on. “It appears you do.”
Rowe shouted for his mate, but Dan was quick enough. He avoided Cade’s hand, bent to the side and snatched the Original’s outstretched arm. The roar that filled the Great Room was enough to shake the glass above. Chaos ensued. Rowe charged the Original for touching his mate. Micah took Rowe down mid run—back sliding over the tile as they flew halfway across the room.
See ya next week!!
XOXO NIGHT TEMPEST