And she did, indeed, scream his name.
Chapter 7
He’d branded her.
Fury cut through Emma until she feared a brain embolism as she yanked on jeans in their room. The arrogant ass had had her clothes moved that morning while she’d sipped tea. She clasped her shaking hands together, facing Dage. “What just happened changes nothing.”
The rasp of a zipper filled the space when he donned his jeans. “That’s a stupid thing to say, love.” His jaw could’ve been made from rock and his eyes from slate. “I strongly suggest you don’t mess with me.”
Awareness slid through Emma at the declaration that lacked a qualifier. Most people warned not to mess with them “right now.” Not Dage. His was a blanket statement for all time. The king epitomized absolute control and flame-filled promise. As if Sister June from her Catholic school cautioned her against touching him, Emma wanted nothing more than to step forward and get burned.
She shook her head to concentrate. “I need to get to work, Dage.” Her data and recent results needed to be combed through for a solution to the virus problem.
“I know.” He yanked a dark shirt over his head. “The best lab for you will be the one Kane’s designing, and you know it.”
Yeah. Considering they’d blown up her last lab. “I’m sure many labs are adequately equipped for me to continue my research.” A weak argument at best.
“Right. About a virus most humans have never heard of. You’re staying with us, love.” His gaze narrowed on her. “Are you all right? I mean, does the mark hurt?”
She pushed appreciation for his concern out of her heart. “No. My shoulder burns and bubbles are popping in my veins as my physiology alters.” As she changed from human to immortal. The urge to study her own blood tempted her to make use of the vampire’s laboratory. “So far the process isn’t painful.”
His gaze cleared. “Good. If it becomes so, we do have dampening pills—though they’re usually taken before the marking.”
“Dampening pills?” She frowned, her mind reeling.
“Yes, ah”—he cleared his throat—“sometimes the marking is a bit intense, and since many of our unions are prearranged, we have pills to counter the effect.” He grinned. “I assume it’s like drinking a bottle of malted scotch—kind of eases the experience the first time, though I believe it also has a pain inhibitor as a key ingredient.”
She may be pissed from being branded, but she’d never have wanted to be numb and miss out on the excellent sex she’d just had. “I’ll keep that in mind if my shoulder begins to really hurt.”
“Excellent. I’m truly not sure how long the process takes.” He leaned over and yanked open a drawer, his hand emerging with an intricate gold cuff.
“That looks like the cuff Cara wore on her arm last night.”
Dage grinned. “It’s very similar. Our mother had them created by an alchemist to keep track of us.” He extended the jewelry toward her. “Only a member of the Kayrs family can keep this on. You’ll wear it now.”
Emma took a step back. “No.” This was temporary.
The door burst open and Dage dropped into a fighting stance, shielding Emma. He slowly straightened. “Jase?”
The youngest brother gulped in air, his eyes a wild copper. “Cara’s ill. Talen sent me.”
Emma broke into a run several steps behind the men as they ran toward Talen’s suite. Her bare feet burned across the hotel carpet and her stomach pitched. Nothing could be wrong with Cara. Her sister was safe surrounded by deadly vampires who’d give their lives for her. But what about the baby?
There had been so much stress, so much danger lately. Maybe Cara was too worn down. Damn it. Emma should’ve made her stay in bed and not go to the ball last night. What was she thinking?
Fury and fear not her own whipped into her from the king as he cleared the path. It was weird to feel his feelings. They passed vampires standing guard every few yards as well as hotel tables overflowing with flowered lilies. The sweet smell nearly made her gag.
Dage threw open the door to find Talen holding the doctor by the neck at least three feet off the ground, clunking his head against the bedroom door frame. “What do you mean you don’t know?” Talen growled, his face an inch from the doctor’s rapidly reddening one.
“Talen, damn it, put him down,” Cara hissed from the bedroom.
The doctor’s thick eyeglasses went askew, giving him a cartoon-like appearance. “I’ll figure this out, I will.”
Talen dropped the doctor.
The man quickly sidled toward the hallway and glanced at Dage. “We’ve taken blood, your majesty.”
“What’s your best hypothesis?” Dage asked, his gaze hard on the doctor.
The doctor shrugged. “A pregnancy this early in the mating process is unheard of, sir. I just don’t know, though there are indications this could be viral.”
Fear exploded in Emma’s gut. No way. It was just morning sickness. She ran for the bedroom, pushing open the door and running smack into another man in a white coat. Lab technician or additional doctor? Talen smashed into her from behind and for a moment she was sandwiched between both men. She scooted to freedom and reached for Cara’s hand, then sat on the bed.
Cara had paled until even her lips lacked color while a fine dot of perspiration lined her brow. Tears filled her eyes. “The marking has faded. Almost completely.” The low whispered pain in her voice caused Emma’s eyes to instantly fill. “I feel ... different.”
Shit. Emma turned toward the second man and nearly knocked over the pot of bright geraniums on the bed table. “How long will it take to test her blood for the virus?”
He patted his bag. “We have a plane waiting to send the sample to Kane.” His concerned brown eyes cut to Talen and he inched his way past the furious vampire toward the door.
Emma’s gaze met Dage’s. “We need a lab. Here. Now.”
He nodded and grabbed a cell phone out of his pocket. Barking orders, he stalked out of the room.
Emma brushed Cara’s hair back from her face. “You’ll be okay, Car. I promise. I’ll fix this.”
A slow tear wound its way down Cara’s pale face and her golden cuff fell off her arm to rest on the bedspread. Her eyes widened. “Em, you can’t fix everything.” She bit back a sob. “What will the virus do to the baby?”
Talen growled low and sprawled on the bed, pulling Cara into his arms, where she began to cry softly. “We don’t know it’s the virus, mate. It could just be a difficult pregnancy.” His eyes held a dangerous hue that glittered with frustration. This was an enemy he couldn’t fight.
Emma fought her own sob. She had to think. Cara’s marking had faded—it had to be the virus. Not a time for emotion. She was a geneticist. “The baby’s strong, as are you. We’ll fix this.”
The carpet sank under her bare feet when she dodged into the other room where Dage growled into his phone. “Tell Kane we’ll land in two hours. And get the blood work on Maggie from last month, as well as all current data.” He slapped the cell shut, pivoting toward her, anger bracketing the lines near his mouth. “How is she?”
Emma shook her head. “I don’t know.”
Dage turned toward Jase, whose large body hovered by the door. “Find Conn. You two discover how the Kurjans could’ve infected her, if this is the virus.” He shifted his attention to Emma. “We’re leaving for Colorado in fifteen minutes—go pack.”
“Colorado?” Emma’s mind spun.