Kyros said absolutely nothing as they left his house. Not that she expected him to. He'd chosen his side already and she hoped he lived to regret what he'd done to a man who had come here to save him.
"No offense," she said as she staggered down the steps with Alexion, "Your taste in friends rivals my own. Now you know why I don't have any that I trust at my back."
Alexion didn't speak as she helped him into her car. His head was filled with the sound of a woman screaming for help. For direction. It echoed through him violently, making him nauseated and dizzy. He could barely focus his eyes. If only the woman inside him would stop screaming for just a few minutes so that he could think straight again.
He'd never felt anything like this before.
No wonder Acheron got so many headaches. How did he manage to cope?
Alexion only had one voice to contend with. Acheron had millions.
"It'll be okay, Alexion."
He felt Danger's hand on his hot face. That she was helping him... It went through him like a bullet, shattering something deep inside. No one had ever helped him like this. Not even Acheron. Of course he had never been ill like this since he'd died.
As a man, he'd only had his wife to care for him, and she'd had no use for him whenever he was ill. Having taken care of her ill parents for years before their deaths, Liora had only sought to escape him whenever he needed her.
And though Kyros would render aid in battle, he wasn't tender with it which was probably a good thing.
Yet Danger didn't shy away. She was kind and soothing. And in this moment that meant everything to him.
Danger didn't know what to do to ease Alexion's pain. She raced back to Tupelo as fast as she could, trying to think of something, anything, that might help end this.
Unfortunately, she couldn't think of anything other than finding Stryker and beating him senseless.
She pulled into her garage and quickly got out and ran to Alexion's side of the car. He looked even worse now than he had when they'd left Kyros's house.
She brushed the damp blond hair back from his forehead and wiped the sweat off his brow.
"C'mon, sweetie, we need to get you in the house."
He nodded before he pushed himself out of the car, then doubled over as if in severe pain.
She hissed in sympathetic pain for him. "I know you hurt, sweetie, but please don't hurl on my new Manolo Blahnik boots, okay? Give me a little warning first."
His groan turned into a pain-filled half-laugh that was very short-lived. He leaned against her heavily and together they made their way into her house. But it wasn't easy. He seemed unbalanced and kept staggering as they went.
They met Keller in the kitchen who was busy making what appeared to be a vat of chili. He looked at them with a stern frown. "What happened?"
"Long story," she said as she started for the hallway. "What are you doing here anyway? I thought I told you to stay home."
"Yeah, I know, but I just stopped by and there was this really hot woman watching QVC. I didn't know you had friends like that who weren't Dark-Hunters."
If it wasn't the middle of an emergency, she'd have corrected him.
"Why are you making chili?"
"Xirena was hungry. She wanted something spicy."
Alexion hissed as she accidentally bumped him into the wall. "Sorry," she said.
He didn't answer.
Keller followed them through the house, up to the guest room, where she laid Alexion down on the bed.
"He doesn't look good. He gonna puke or something?"
"I hope not." But she moved the small plastic trash can over to the bed just in case.