Which meant what he had to do next hurt like a bitch.
“It’s past time for your injection.”
He felt her body tighten in his arms before she forced it to relax and he was glad he couldn’t see her eyes.
“I know,” she replied.
“Let’s go, baby doll.”
She nodded, her cheek sliding against his chest. She pulled away, he took her hand and guided her to their bathroom.
* * * * *
Callum shifted in his seat behind his desk and lifted his hand to his forehead pressing away the tension that formed there after the reminder of the injection.
Last week, he’d taken her to Aberdeen to visit the “specialist” who simply decreed that what Dr. Mortenson said about tolerance for the drug and life changes were to blame for her “turn”. He explained (three times) that there were no other treatments. He took more blood which, again, came back normal. And he suggested they titrate off the morning dose, injecting half for a few days then stopping altogether.
“Let’s hope that works,” he said on a distracted doctorly smile while simultaneously writing notes.
Callum had wanted to break his jaw for it not working meant unendurable pain for his mate which was what, through gritted teeth, he’d informed the doctor after he’d tersely called the man’s attention back to his patient and her husband.
“You know what to do now. Just give her another dose if she becomes symptomatic and go back to twice daily injections,” the doctor had replied calmly in the face of Callum’s controlled fury.
It was then Sonia had squeezed his hand and Callum made the decision not to throw the doctor out the window which was the decision he’d made the instant before she’d squeezed his hand.
Luckily, the titrating had worked and Sonia hadn’t become symptomatic.
Then again, if it was stress and life changes that had affected the efficacy of the drug, she was settling in and hopefully they wouldn’t have another “turn”.
Callum heard Ryon approaching and his mind moved directly to what filled it any time it wasn’t filled with Sonia’s smile, her affection, her laughter, her kindness, her humor, her sweet little body and how it responded to him, her deepening connection to him and his family and her f**king injection.
Where his mind moved also wasn’t to his duty as king.
It went to the fact that every day he didn’t tell her his secret, their life was becoming a lie.
Ryon came in on a smile and closed the door.
Since discovering Sonia had had her abilities her entire life, long enough for her father to explain she should hide them, they no longer held suspicions against the vampires.
However, they were also all aware that Sonia’s abilities rivaled theirs and clearly Ryon closing the heavy door meant there was something he wanted muted should Sonia be in hearing distance.
He approached Callum’s desk and sat opposite, declaring, “All is in place for tomorrow.”
Callum’s mouth got tight.
Ryon still felt Sonia needed time with the wolves and was against Callum telling her. They’d had words about it. Callum disagreed and decided he’d bloody well tell her when the right time arose.
Unfortunately that hadn’t happened and tomorrow hundreds of wolves would be celebrating in the streets.
Shit happened. Especially with wolves.
Therefore, like Drogan, Maraleena and Callista, his Royal Guard had been warned by Ryon that Sonia was to be protected from witnessing any transformation or talk of werewolves and tomorrow everywhere she went she would be with him, his family or under escort of his Guard.
“I don’t like this,” Callum told his cousin. “I’ll find time to tell her tonight.”
“You should wait until after tomorrow,” Ryon differed. “She’ll enjoy tomorrow. She’ll see the true wolf nature. You need to give her more time.”
Callum watched his cousin, again questioning his motives when it came to Callum’s mate.