Not Quite Free by Kaye Draper

Not Quite Free by Kaye Draper

Author:Kaye Draper
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: reverse harem, urban fantasy, why choose, whychoose, bisexual romance, intersex character, gender fluid character, shapeshifter romance, shape shifter romance, leprechaun, ogre, tiger, phoenix, siren, love outside the box, poly romance, polyamory, nonbinary, non-binary
Publisher: Kaye Draper
Published: 2021-06-16T16:00:00+00:00


Chapter 7

When we reached the sovereign’s mansion, the guard drove us around to a little-used private side entrance. I led Emerson through the door with his burden, only to find Jules waiting there as if he’d been expecting us.

“To his room please,” the efficient butler said in a calm voice, turning to lead the way up to Angel’s suite. “Dr. Johansen and her assistant are already set up for triage.”

I clenched my fists so hard my claws dug into my flesh, the pain keeping me present, keeping me from floating away into that haze of shock and denial that wanted to sweep me away from everything that was happening. I couldn’t hear Angel’s heartbeat anymore. In the car, I’d had to physically find a pulse, and it was so weak I was afraid he’d be dead by the time we got him upstairs.

My mind whirled as we climbed the stairs. Maybe we should have taken him to the supe hospital across town instead of bringing him back here, but the care there was notoriously bad. They could cure minor injuries on well-known cur types. Angel was not one of those. His subtle reliance on the magic that infused his being made things more complicated than a cur who just had enhanced strength or different physical structures. Theo’s people were usually pretty top notch. They could help him. They had to.

Theo and Dr. Johansen were waiting in Angel’s room when we arrived. The politician looked pale, and he had lost every last bit of his human mask. I blinked at him in surprise, my vision swimming with the fatigue of blood loss and adrenaline. His eyes were glowing, his features were sharper, and...there were feathers in his hair. Little curling bits of red, orange, and yellow nestled in the messy chestnut curls. He raked a hand through his hair, making it stand on end, then hurried forward, only to come to an abrupt halt in front of Emerson, hand hovering as if he wanted to touch his blood-soaked lover, but didn’t want to hurt him.

I pushed past Emerson and around Theo to get to a chair by the bed before I collapsed. Dr. Johansen pushed Theo out of the way and started bossing Emerson around, getting Angel stripped down and in bed so she could get to work with syringes and sutures, muttering the odd curse word every now and then and barking instructions at her assistants. I stared at the still, pale man on the bed, my mind gone blank as time seemed to slow to a crawl.

A touch to my uninjured shoulder brought me back to the present. Theo squeezed hard, his blue eyes burning into mine. I had no idea how he was even holding onto his humanish form right now. “I’ve sent someone to fetch his mother. She should know what he needs,” he said, his voice so soft it might have been my imagination, like speaking was so difficult he could barely manage it. I felt the same way.



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