They were walking past the emergency room when several ambulances came screaming in. Ria recognized the shock of white-blond hair on the stretcher they pulled out of the back of one vehicle. “Dorian,” she whispered, looking for Emmett’s big form. He wasn’t there. But Dorian was bleeding, the red stark against the pale gold of his skin. “Popo—”
“Go.” Miaoling squeezed her hand. “I’ll take care of your mom.”
Cian by her side, Ria ran to the fallen DarkRiver soldier, slipping her hand into his as the medical team worked around her. “Hold on, Dorian.” He was unconscious, but she felt as if he knew she was there. She turned to Cian. “Tamsyn?”
A nurse pushed Ria out of the way as they wheeled Dorian into an operating theatre. Turning, she found Cian on the phone. “She’s almost here,” he told her, putting the phone in his pocket. Tiny lines of concern fanned out from the corners of his pale blue eyes.
Tamsyn ran in mere minutes later, a slender blonde female by her side. While the healer ran through to prep for the operating theatre, the woman halted beside Cian. The soldier immediately put his arm around her shoulders. “What’re you doing here?”
“I was at Tammy’s when the call came in,” the woman said, pushing back her hair.
The instant Ria saw her eyes, all the pieces fell into place. The way Cian moved, the way he spoke, no wonder it had seemed familiar. “You’re Emmett’s parents.”
“And you must be Ria. I’m Keelie.” Emmett’s mother’s smile was wide, those whiskey-colored eyes she’d bequeathed her son as bright as diamonds.
Ria didn’t even think about shaking hands. She walked forward and into open arms. The hug was tight. “Have you heard from Emmett?” Keelie asked.
Surprised that Keelie expected Emmett to call her first, Ria shook her head. “Not yet.” Her phone rang at that very instant. Pulling it out, she put it to her ear.
“I’m on my way to the hospital, mink. Don’t faint.”
She felt her stomach drop. “What’s wrong? Emmett, if you’ve been shot—”
“It’s just a flesh wound. You can kiss it better.” His tone was warm, a caress across her skin. “I’ll come by after I stop in at the hospital—”
“I’m here,” she interrupted him. “Amber’s in labor.”
“Problems?” Sharp concern.
Her heart clenched. “It’s a couple of weeks too early, but the doctor said he didn’t foresee any difficulties.” She took a shuddering breath, trying to convince herself of that. “I’m in the ER. I saw Dorian being brought in.”
“Is Blondie okay?”
“Tamsyn’s in there with him.”
“He took a bullet through the ribs—don’t think it hit anything major. Hold on. Be there in a minute.”
Closing the phone, she turned to share what he’d said with Keelie and Cian, but the couple shook their heads. “We heard.”
“Oh, right.”
“Emmett’ll get you an earpiece,” Keelie said. “It’s what the other human members of the pack use when they want to have private conversations.”
Ria’s curiosity momentarily overwhelmed her worry. “You have human members?”
“Of course!” Keelie smiled. “I guess people must assume they’re cats.”
Ria opened her mouth to reply but something made her turn to the doorway. She was running toward Emmett before she realized she’d moved. He caught her with one arm, the other in a sling.
“Flesh wound?” She pushed aside his shirt to reveal the bandage. “That’s an awfully large bandage for a flesh wound.”
One big hand stroked over her hair. “It’ll be fine as soon as Tammy has some time free. Gimme a kiss, mink.”
“Emmett! Your parents are standing right there.”
But he was already kissing her, and what could she do but kiss him back? She held on tight, so glad he was safe. “When did you turn into such an exhibitionist?” she whispered after he drew back, her cheeks nuclear-hot.
A small, wicked smile. “Just letting the others know you belong to me.”
Her eyes widening in horror, she looked around his shoulder . . . to see the grinning faces of ten more DarkRiver soldiers. Including her boss. And a tall redheaded female who was giving her the thumbs-up. “Oh. My. God.” She buried her face in Emmett’s chest and felt the laughter rolling through his body. “I’m going to kill you.” But in truth, all she wanted to do was stay pressed to him forever.
Dorian was pronounced stable half an hour later, and Tamsyn had enough energy left over to do a little extra healing. “How does it work?” Ria asked as the healer put her hand on Emmett’s shoulder and closed her eyes.
“Some healers say it comes from within, but I think I act as a reservoir for pack energy.” Tamsyn’s forehead furrowed in concentration. “My body can only hold a finite amount, so if Dorian had been hurt too badly, I would’ve been wiped out. But he’s a strong one.”
“She’s selling herself short,” Emmett said. “Tammy directs and channels her energy so it does the most good—probably knows more about the human body than most doctors. Though she’s one of those, too.”
Ten minutes later, the sling was gone, Emmett’s wound a soft pink. Ria ran her fingers over it, taking utmost care. “Does it hurt?”
“Naw, I’m tough. But if you want to kiss it better, I won’t object.”
Laughing, Tamsyn backed out of the cubicle. “Remember kids, this is a hospital.” She closed the folding door behind herself.
Ria punched an unrepentant Emmett gently on his uninjured shoulder. “How did you get shot?”
“Aw, come on, mink, you don’t want me to get into that.”
Putting her hands on her hips, she faced him head-on. “Emmett, you know how we were going to have a conversation later?”
He looked a little wary. “Yeah?”
“Well—” she began just as her phone started to beep in a frantic pattern only the family ever used. “Amber!” She put the cell to her ear. “Mom?”
A fragile response. “Amber’s in trouble.”
Ria began moving, conscious of Emmett at her back. The maternity ward was in a completely different wing of the hospital so it took precious minutes to get there. She arrived to find Miaoling sitting down, her hand intertwined so tightly with Alex’s her fingers had turned bone white. Simon sat on Alex’s other side. No one said a word.
Ria’s heart stopped. “What? What is it?”
It was her father who answered. “There was bleeding. Complications. They don’t know if . . .”
“No one will talk to us,” Alex said, sounding on the verge of tears. “They just rush in and out.”
“Wait.” Ria took a deep breath and grabbed the first nurse she saw.
Crouching down beside Miaoling, Emmett took her small, wrinkled hand in his as he watched Ria quietly and effectively intimidate a nurse into giving her the information her family needed. She returned several minutes later, a small fierce warrior. “They’ve got a fetal heartbeat. Amber’s conscious and talking.”
“The bleeding?” Alex asked, her voice breaking on the words.
“They’re working on getting it under control.” Ria looked up as another group burst into the waiting room.
Amber’s parents, Emmett realized as Ria greeted them in a flowing burst of Mandarin, clearly trying to stave off their panic. The couple sat down on Simon’s other side, asking Ria more questions. She shot Emmett a grateful glance as he continued to talk to Miaoling and Alex in a low voice, telling them about life in the pack, anything to take their minds off what was happening in the room only a few feet away.
They asked him all kinds of questions, but he knew they’d be unlikely to remember any of it come morning. Still he talked, giving them the distraction they needed, as Ria did the same with Amber’s parents. Simon spoke to both his wife and mother-in-law, and Amber’s parents, in turn, obviously trying to stay strong for his family.