Chapter EIGHT

After several hours of being poked and prodded, Alina was more than ready to be released from the Shifter clinic. New York was full of amazing facilities for the supernatural, and she was curious about them all.

But of this place? Not so much. She blinked slowly, coming out of the drug induced sleep and her inner she-Cat snarled angrily. She did not like being under the influence of anything, truth be told.

“Hey, easy,” a soothing voice crooned from beside her.

She knew that voice. Turning her head to the side, her gaze rested on a face more beloved than he would ever know. Eduardo was there, patched up now, judging from the bandages wrapped around his body.

“Were you shot, too?” she asked, worry filling her.

“Yeah, but it’s no big deal. It isn’t the first time,” he told her, brushing her hair back from her face with gentle strokes.

“Eddie, I thought he was going to—”

“Shhh, it’s alright now. I got you,” he murmured, kissing her head, and gathering her in his powerful arms.