Kissed by a Dark Prince(77)

Bleu snatched his hand back and licked the puncture wounds. “Keep an eye on him.”

Before she could ask where he was going, Bleu disappeared. Olivia stared at Loren, her heart racing in her chest as he breathed hard, leaning backwards over the bar with his wide eyes locked on the grotty ceiling.

“Never seen that before,” the man from behind the bar said and scrubbed his dirty blond hair. “Are they, uh, involved?”

Olivia shook her head.

He shrugged, leaned forwards and peered down at Loren. His heart still rushed, driving hers wild too. What had Bleu done to him?

Finally, Loren blinked, sat up and looked around him in a way that left her feeling he wasn’t sure where he was or how he had gotten there. His eyes eventually fell on her, he groaned and buried his head in his hands.

“Loren, are you okay?” She rubbed his back and he shook his head. “Do you feel sick?”

He shook his head again and she caught a single muffled word. “Hangover.”

Bleu reappeared holding a small elegant blue glass vial. Loren lifted his head to look at him, dragging his fingers down his face.

“You might need this.” Bleu held the vial out to him and Loren slowly reached for it, took it, and popped the leaf-shaped lid off with his thumb.

He drank it before she could ask what it was and crushed the bottle in his fist.

“Feeling better?” Bleu said and Loren nodded.

“What did you do to him?” Olivia couldn’t hold her tongue any longer. She kept rubbing Loren’s back, the pain ebbing and flowing through him calling her to action and her heart wanting to soothe him.

Bleu shrugged. “Kick started his body into healing. The medicine was for the hangover.”

Olivia gaped. It made perfect sense. Loren used blood to replenish damaged cells and heal himself. Bleu giving him blood had triggered that instinct in Loren’s body, forcing it into healing mode not just because of the injuries he had picked up in the fight, but because of the damage the alcohol would have done to his organs. Loren’s heightened healing ability had dealt with the effects the alcohol had on him, pushing him from drunk to sober in a matter of seconds.

Why hadn’t she thought of that?

Her shoulders sagged.

Bleu must have noticed it because he offered her a rare smile. “You’ll remember it for next time.”

Loren groaned.

“No next time.” He looked around him at the damage and groaned again, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Olivia?”

“Yes?” She moved closer to him in case he was feeling ill after all and needed her. He looked up into her eyes, his striking purple ones filled with a mixture of pain, embarrassment and something else she didn’t want to name.

“Never let me drink again.”

She nodded before she realised what she was doing and the way he smiled at her melted her heart. She hadn’t meant it as a sign that she intended to stay with him, but he had taken it as just that.

“You’re paying for this mess.”

Loren looked away from her to the blond man who she was beginning to suspect owned the club. He had a feral look about him and was only a couple of inches shorter than Bleu, but he was broader built, and had rich golden skin and equally golden eyes. Her inner scientist shoved to the surface, demanding she ask him what he was because he definitely wasn’t human.

“Agreed, Kyter. I will have funds sent to you.” Loren raked his black hair back again and his purple gaze scanned the club. “I do not suppose anyone here will talk to me now about my brother.”

Kyter laughed. “You’d be surprised. I think they developed a healthy respect for you.”

Loren didn’t look so sure. “I think they believe me to be my brother.”

Olivia leaned in and rested her head on Loren’s shoulder, unable to resist her need to comfort him and reassure him that he was nothing like his brother. Their bond wasn’t turning him crazy. It was just making him possessive, and protective, and it was doing the same to her. He stiffened and then relaxed when she ran her right hand down the length of his right arm and settled it over his.

“They might talk to Bleu,” she offered.

“Bleu, take Sable and see what you can find out.” Loren sounded far more like his usual self, the commanding edge back in his voice. Bleu pressed his hand to his chest, motioned to Sable, and led her away. Loren looked at the man called Kyter. “I have seen cameras around the Archangel facility. Do you have cameras like those?”

Kyter’s mouth fell open, he leaned closer, and then whispered, “You’re with Archangel?”

Olivia nodded.

Kyter spat out a black curse and rubbed the back of his neck, tossing a wary look around the room.