Fang didn't hesitate. He ran at the images, half-expecting to crash into the wall and break his limbs or his neck.
He didn't.
Instead he found himself in the room with Aimee and the Daimons. He grabbed the one who had her fangs still buried in Aimee's flesh and pulled her head back. Manifesting a dagger, he stabbed her straight in the chest and let her dust fall all over him.
Aimee moved to kill the newcomer until her gaze focused on his face. Disbelief filled her.
"Fang?"
He manifested another dagger and put himself between her and the Daimons. He stabbed one and kicked another back. "Get out of here. Now."
"Not without you."
Fang couldn't believe her as she took a post behind him, her shoulders pressed against his. "Aimee, listen to me. We're in ground zero for the Daimons-there's no way we can fight them all off. I need you to get out of here and wake me up. Then we'll both be safe. Now go."
Aimee hated that thought. But he was right. They couldn't fight every Spathi Daimon here and if the Destroyer caught them . . .
As Xedrix said, it would suck to be them.
"Don't you dare die on me, Fang." She ran for the door and headed to where she'd left Kyle and Xedrix. "Get me home now."
Xedrix teleported them out immediately.
Aimee scowled as she realized she was back in his club and not theirs. "I meant Sanctuary, Xed. Damn!" Growling, she flashed herself back to Fang's room.
There he lay, still and unmoving.
Her heart pounded in terror and guilt for having left him alone to face the Spathi. Was he still alive? "Please don't let those Daimons have gotten to you again." She didn't know if she could hunt them down anymore.
Terrified, she ran to the bed and shook his body to wake him. "Fang?"
He didn't respond. Just as before, he was limp and cold.
Tears filled her eyes as emotions choked her. "Damn it, wolf! Don't you dare do this to me. You better get up. Now! Do you hear me? Fang? Fang!"
Then she felt it. It was like spark of electricity jolting him as he jerked hard in her arms. One moment she held a wolf and in the next, he was a naked man looking up at her with confused wonder.
One tear slid down her cheek at the sight of him alive and whole.
"Fang?"
Fang looked around the dark bedroom in disbelief that he was really back and that this wasn't another dream that would turn into a nightmare. The scent of Aimee anchored him and held him grounded. He cupped her head in his hand and held on for everything he was worth.
"I'm back. . . ."
She squeezed him and laughed. "I was terrified they'd gotten you again."
His laughter joined hers as he pulled back to show her the bleeding welt on his arm. "They tried." Then he looked her over. "You weren't hurt, were you?"
"Not really. Just the one bite, but it's not too deep. I just can't believe that you're here again." She braced her hands on each side of his face and smiled down at him. "Buddy, you need a shave and a haircut."
Fang laughed. "Yeah, I can imagine."
Her eyes danced with mischief and tears. "You know what this means, don't you?"
"I need a bath more than I need a shave?"
Her smile widened as she teased him. "Well, yeah, that too. But no. You're obligated to me. Big-time."