let you be a donor since you’re pregnant. I might have to hook him to an IV and just give him blood since he’s not conscious to feed.”
“How is he?” Ash asked when he joined them. Fuck, he was naked, and there were people in the room, though they didn’t look the least bit interested in Ash’s nudity, as if they saw things like this all the time.
Dr. Bjord repeated what he’d told Warren.
“I’ll donate,” Ash said. “Hook me up to a line.”
“They’ve had enough bullshit for one night.” The assistant pressed his hand against Ryan’s head. “Don’t you dare yell at me for taking a shortcut.”
Dr. Bjord glared at him. “We’ve talked about this. You can’t keep fixing people, Gavril. You yourself said there are rules.”
“That I can break when I want to.” Gavril backed up. “Now can we go home? I wanna finish watching our show.”
“This is entertaining,” the redhead said. “I could’ve just dropped a tear into him and gotten the same results.”
Warren had no idea what they were talking about. What results? What the flip did a tear have to do with anything?
Ash must’ve seen the confused look on Warren’s face. “Phoenyx is a demon warrior. He has the power of healing.”
Warren sat on his butt, his legs too shaky to support him any longer. Did Ash just say the redhead was a demon? But weren’t all demons evil? Warren looked up at Phoenyx and tried to see anything evil in his eyes, but there was nothing but humor and kindness in their green depths.
Ryan stirred, grabbing Warren’s attention. He smiled and leaned forward, so damn relieved to see his eyes opening. “Hey, handsome.” Warren fought back the tears as a burning lump formed in his throat. “How’re you feeling?”
Ash knelt on the other side of Ryan as the doctor and his angel vanished into thin air. Nope, Warren wasn’t going to think about that. He was going to completely ignore what they’d just done for sanity’s sake.
“Now as bad as I felt before I passed out.” Ryan pushed to his elbows and looked around. “Where is Macaw?”
“Back in Hell,” Phoenyx said. “With a little angel help.”
“It’s over?” Ryan fully sat up. There wasn’t a trace of blood left behind. Warren would forever be grateful to Gavril.
“Lie down,” Phoenyx said to Ash. “Let’s heal that gash of yours.”
Warren bristled when Ash lay down. He was still butt naked, his junk hanging out for Phoenyx to ogle if he wanted to. But he didn’t. He knelt on one knee, his face close to the gash in Ash’s side, and allowed a tear to drop. It landed in the wound, and Warren gasped as he watched the jagged skin begin to stitch itself back together.
“Why do you guys hide in the darkness? Do you know how many people are in desperate need of your healing powers?”
“Just as there are people with hearts of gold, there are others who would exploit us,” Phoenyx said. “Labs that would dissect us, study us, governments who would use us for their ill intentions. We hide to survive, but we also thrive.”
“Thanks for coming.” Ryan got to his feet and looked down at Ash. “Get your sexy ass up and get some clothes on before I have to remove Phoenyx’s eyes.”
The demon warrior snorted. “You could try, but your mate is sexy as fuck.”
Warren chuckled as Ryan snarled and Phoenyx jumped out of the way when Ryan tried to smack him.
“I’m out of here. Pleasure working with you, Ryan.” He gave a lazy salute before he walked out the front door.
Warren turned his attention to Ryan. “You’re going to tell me why Macaw was after you in the first place.”
Ryan’s smile faded, and a veil fell over his eyes. He held his hand out and helped Ash to his feet.
“You know there’s nothing you can tell us that’ll make us turn our backs on you,” Ash said. “And you were the one who said we shouldn’t have secrets.”
Without a word, Ryan walked into the kitchen. Warren sighed. He already knew being with Ryan wasn’t going to be easy. He was sweet, loving, but also closed off. He would need a crowbar to open the guy up.
“Have patience.” Ash kissed Warren’s cheek. “He’ll come around. We’re too irresistible for him not to spill his secrets.”
“Yeah, in about ten years.” Truth be told, Ryan never had to tell them what he was desperate to keep to himself. Everyone had secrets. Warren was fine with that.