Skyler hugged him gratefully. "He knows I love both of you."
"How do you want to do this?"
"Just have me eat it. And then, if you're strong enough, give me a small amount of blood again. It will speed up the healing process, but I don't want to experience anything."
"You got it."
Skyler blinked and found herself sitting at the table, an empty bowl of soup in front of her. Her stomach protested a little, but she found the soup nourishing. Or perhaps that was the Carpathian blood Josef gave her as well.
"Thanks."
She was still cold, and they had a long night ahead of them. She didn't look forward to streaking through the night sky.
"I'm going to shift to a dragon form. I've been practicing ever since they found Tatijana and Branislava. My dragon can carry you both on his back comfortably," Josef said.
"Skyler still hasn't stopped shivering. All day she's been so cold I couldn't pile enough blankets on her," Paul said.
Skyler glanced at the spot on the floor where Paul had been sleeping. For the first time she realized there were no blankets—they were all on the bed where she had been.
Josef did what all Carpathians did—he simply made the clothes for her. Skyler donned the fur vest and slipped on the long fur coat. It fell to the ground and had a hood. He handed her fur-lined boots and gloves as well.
"You're stylin', Sky," Paul said with a laugh. "The next thing we know, Josef is going to go into fashion design."
Josef shrugged. "I always look good. I've considered a career in that field." He looked and sounded very serious.
Skyler punched his arm. "You would do that just to really tweak the powers, wouldn't you?"
Josef sent her a little grin. "Of course. Where's the fun in conforming?"
She followed the two men outside. "You do realize karma is going to catch up with you. You probably really are lifemate to one of Gregori's daughters."