process.
The dampness abated. I opened my eyes, straightening. Quentin looked almost infinitely better, clean, groomed, wearing clothes that seemed almost new. Connor and I had received the same treatment, and even the dressing on my hand had been repaired, becoming smooth and snowy white. That’s Faerie for you, split between psychopaths and people who can steam clean your entire body with a thought.
Gordan bent to adjust the bandages on Quentin’s arm. “He needs sleep. You should check him once an hour, at least, and get him to a healer as soon as you can.”
“I will,” I said.
“Great. I’m going back to my desk.” She started for the door.
I cleared my throat. “Not alone.”
“What?”
“You can’t go alone.”
“I’ll go,” said Alex, looking from me to Quentin and back. “I have stuff to do anyway.”
“Fine,” said Gordan sullenly, and stepped out of the room. Alex gave me a mournful look and followed her. Neither one said good-bye.
I sat on the edge of the futon, jerking a thumb toward the door. “What’s his problem?”
“Other than being one of Nature’s grade- A ass-holes?” Connor asked, stepping over next to me. He didn’t sit, for which I was grateful; we didn’t want to jostle Quentin.
“He likes you, and he feels that he’s upset you,” Elliot said, moving to close the door.
“He did upset me. Has he pulled this ‘you must love me’ stunt with anyone else, or am I lucky?” Connor shot me a startled look, which I did my best to ignore.
Elliot sighed. “Would it matter if I said he can’t really help it?”
“Not when he tried to take advantage of me.” There’s room in Faerie for everything. That doesn’t mean I need to put up with it. “He kissed me. After I told him not to.”
“Now I want to hit him even more,” Connor said darkly.
“Sometimes Alex has . . . poor impulse control,” said Elliot. “I apologize.”
“I don’t care. If he touches me again, I’ll break his face. We clear?”
“We’re clear.” Elliot looked from me to Connor, and asked, “Did you need a phone?”
“Please. I need to call Sylvester.” It was obvious he didn’t want to continue the discussion. Fine. I meant what I’d said; if he didn’t want to listen, that was his problem.
“I’ll get you one of the modified mobiles.” He raised his hand, adding, “And I’ll call for April. I won’t go alone.”
“Good,” I said. “We’ll wait.”
“Of course.” He stepped out of the room, closing the door.
“Toby—”
“Hang on a second, Connor, okay?” Twisting around to face Quentin, I asked, “So, how much of that did you catch?”
He opened his eyes, blinking. “How did you know?”
“You think I’ve never played possum? You breathe differently when you’re awake.”
“I woke up a while ago,” he admitted. “I just thought it’d be a good idea not to react.”
“Good plan. You feeling okay?”
“My arm hurts like . . .” He winced. “It hurts a lot.”
“That’s normal with gunshots, I’m afraid. It’ll heal.”
“Good.”
“Elliot’s bringing a phone. I’m going to let Sylvester know what’s going on, see if they can get here any faster. And if he says they can’t, I’m calling Danny. He must know someone with a cab around here.”
“This is such a goddamn mess,” said Connor, shaking his head.
“Hey.” Quentin managed a wan smile. “The Duke wanted me to learn some stuff.”
“Well, you’re learning.” I returned his smile, doing my best to make it look genuine, and stood. “Connor, you’re not going to like this—”
“If you’re about to say what I think you’re about to say, you’re right.”
“—but I need you to stay here with Quentin.”
“You’re right,” he said, grimly. “I don’t like it. Reasoning?”
“I don’t want to leave him alone.”
“So you’re just going to wander off on your own?”
“I’m not badly wounded enough that I can’t do my goddamn job.”
“Yeah, well, you seem determined to change that if you can.” Connor glared, eyes dark and angry. “This isn’t a good idea.”
“So you’d rather I left Quentin here by himself?”
“I’d rather you didn’t go anywhere at all!”
“I have to,” I said, with sincere sorrow in my tone. “People are still dying.”
Connor looked at me, anger fading. I glanced toward Quentin. His eyes were closed again, shutting out our argument. He was staying put, no matter what we decided.
Closing the distance between Connor and me was easy. Closing the distance between his lips and mine was the work of years. He kissed me like he was a drowning sailor instead of a Selkie, pulling me as close as he could. I returned the favor, plastering