What?
Use me! Tool me! Like you did with the demon.
"There's always a price to pay when you use Bael's power," he warned, but did as she suggested, holding her tight. He felt her shudder; then power began to flow from her to him, which he channeled and threw in a mass toward the man just as the first couple of bullets hit his back.
Cora jerked, and he knew one of the bullets had gone through him to her. He ripped savagely at the power, slamming it into de Marco, sending the man flying backward into the wall, where he collapsed in a heap on the floor.
"How badly are you hurt?" he asked as he rolled off Cora, his gaze pouncing on the bloom of red along her upper leg.
"I don't think badly. Holy moly, we did that?" She stared at the crumpled heap that was Alphonse de Marco, horror skittering around her mind. "Is he . . ."
"Dead? I doubt it. He is not mortal. Let me see your leg." He tore at the bullet hole in her jeans, ripping it wide open to examine the wound.
"Thank you, that was my favorite pair of jeans!" She slapped at his hands as he found an exit hole on the underside of her thigh, the bullet buried in the floor beneath her.
"I'll buy you another. Dammit, it's bleeding heavily." With no other choice, he bent over her leg, hearing her gasp as he swirled his tongue around the upper wound, fighting the need to suck the blood from the wound.
You're feeding? Right now? Is this what they call bloodlust?
No, this is what they call stanching the flow of blood. Reluctantly, he gave one last lick to the wound before pulling her leg up and repeating it on the exit wound.
You can do that?
I'm a Dark One, love. If we weren't able to clot blood , our donors could bleed to death.
Oh. Well, thank you . I'm sorry I accused you of wanting to eat.
I do want to eat, but now is not the time or place. Put your arms around me.
I beg your pardon!
"I don't want you walking on that leg until you've seen a doctor. Put your arms around me. You there, Guardian, see if de Marco is harmed."
He got to his feet again, Cora in his arms, striding toward the open door at the end of the hall.
"Your back! You got shot, too! Put me down, Alec. I can walk."
My back is fine. The wounds are already healing over. Remember the attack by the demon? I heal very fast.
"Yeah, but bullets!"
"I'm fine."
Ulfur emerged from the room behind them, watching silently as Noelle squatted next to de Marco.
"He's out, but not hurt badly," she said, hurrying after them.
Alec stopped at the door, looking back at Ulfur. "Can you come with us?"
Ulfur shook his head, gesturing toward the fallen man.
"Has he bound you not to speak?"
Ulfur nodded, his expression one with which Alec had more than a passing familiarity - utter despair.
"I'll tell Kris and Pia where you are. They'll help."
Ulfur smiled, but it was a sad smile. Cora waved and he lifted his hand in response, watching with black eyes as they left the building.