As she slid her arms around the back of his neck and they both got carried away, Ehlena closed her eyes.
Which meant she didn’t see and Rehvenge didn’t feel the presence that materialized on the top of the penthouse’s roof…
And glared at them with red, glowing eyes the color of freshly spilled blood.
FORTY-TWO
Please don’t wince if you can manage it-okay, that’s good.”
Doc Jane moved over to Wrath’s left eye, flashing her penlight right into the back of his brain, as far as he could tell. While the spear bored into him, he had to fight the urge not to jerk his head back.
“You really don’t like that,” she murmured as she clipped the penlight off.
“No.” He rubbed his eyes and put his wraparounds back on, unable to see anything but a pair of shiny black bull’s-eyes.
Beth spoke up. “But that’s not unusual. He’s never been able to tolerate light.”
As her voice drifted, he reached over and squeezed her hand to try to reassure her-which, if it worked, would reassure him by extension.
Talk about ruining the mood. After it had been clear that his eyes had taken a little unscheduled vacay, Beth had called Doc Jane, who had been down in the new clinic space, but more than willing to house-call it stat. Wrath, however, had insisted on going to where the doctor was. The last thing he wanted was for Beth to have to hear bad news in their marital chamber-and nearly as important, to him, that was sacred space. Apart from Fritz coming in to clean, no one was welcome in their bedroom. Even the Brothers.
Besides, Doc Jane was going to want to do tests. Doctors always wanted to do tests.
Persuading Beth had taken some time, but then Wrath had put on his sunglasses, wrapped his arm around his shellan’s shoulders, and together they had walked out of their chambers, down their private staircase, and onto the second-story balcony. Along the way, he’d stumbled a couple of times, catching his shitkickers on the corners of runners and misremembering where steps were, and the rough going was a revelation. He’d had no clue that he relied on his faulty vision as much as he apparently did.
Holy…dearest Virgin Scribe, he’d thought. What if he went permanently, totally blind?
He couldn’t bear that. Just couldn’t bear it.
Fortunately, halfway through the tunnel to the training center, his head had pounded a number of times, and suddenly the light glowing down from the ceiling pierced through his sunglasses. Or rather, his eyes registered it. He’d stopped and blinked and whipped off his wraparounds and immediately had to put them back on as he’d stared up at the fluorescent panels.
So all was not lost.
As Doc Jane stood before him, she crossed her arms, the lapels of her white coat bunching up. She was fully solid, her ghostly form as substantive as his or Beth’s, and he could practically smell the wood burning as she considered his case.
“Your pupils are virtually nonresponsive, but that’s because they are nearly contracted to begin with… Damn it, I wish I’d done a baseline optical on you. You said the blindness came on suddenly?”
“I went to bed and woke up unable to see anything. I’m not sure when it happened.”
“Anything different?”
“Other than the fact that I didn’t have a headache?”
“Have you been getting them recently?”
“Yeah. It’s stress.”
Doc Jane frowned. Or at least he sensed that she did. To him, her face was a pale blur with short blond hair, the features of which were indistinct.
“I want you to get a CAT scan at Havers’s.”
“Why?”
“To see about a couple of things. So, wait, you just woke up and your sight was gone-”
“Why do you want the CAT scan?”
“I want to know if there’s anything abnormal in your brain.”
Beth’s hand tightened on his as if she were trying to get him to chill, but panic made him impolite. “As in what? For fuck’s sake, Doc, just talk to me.”
“A tumor.” As both he and Beth sucked in a breath, Doc Jane continued quickly, “Vampires do not get cancer. But there have been instances of benign growths and that might explain the headaches. Now tell me again, you woke up and…it was just gone. Was there anything unusual going on before you fell asleep? Afterward?”
“I…” Fuck. Shit. “I woke up and I fed.”
“How long had it been since you’d last done that?”
Beth answered. “Three months or so.”
“Long time,” the doctor murmured.
“So you think that could be it?” Wrath said. “I didn’t feed enough and lost it, but when I did take her vein, my vision came back and-”