“They don’t like each other.” Her voice trembled a little. “You shouldn’t have put them together.”
His expression remained masked, giving no indication whether he felt remorse or irritated over her lecturing him. “Destiny is correct. You are naïve.” He stared over her head at Obsidian. “I’m taking you to Medical. They’ll want to look at that cut.”
“Alli will tend to me.”
“She no longer works here. Moon will take her home to wait for you but you’re going with me. We live by rules and that’s one of them. Your female doesn’t have access to all those machines they use over there and I have a feeling they’ll want to scan your head since you just recovered from a coma.”
She stared at Obsidian, willing to drop the subject of how it shouldn’t have happened. “He’s right. We need to go to Medical.”
“Him,” Darkness clarified. “You have limited access and unless you are hurt, you don’t have clearance to enter the building.”
It was a slap in the face but she took it. The Species was just being honest, not cruel. “Go to Medical to have that checked out. I’ll be waiting for you at home when you’re done.” She glanced at Darkness. “Please take care of him for me.”
He sighed. “Females. They worry about everything. Let’s go, newbie. We’ll discuss the difference between bad humans and protective Species on the way there. You can’t go around trying to kill your own kind.”
The words sent horror through Alli as her gaze locked on Obsidian, praying silently for a denial that he’d nearly caused Destiny’s death. He avoided looking at her though as he responded to Darkness.
“He challenged me for Alli.”
“True. That just means you beat his ass but you don’t kill him.”
Moon was suddenly there. “I’ll take him to Medical.”
Alli was in shock as she released Obsidian. He could have killed Destiny. He had also gotten hurt. I’m the reason. There was no doubt of that after hearing that it had been some kind of challenge between them regarding her. Her worst fears were coming true.
“Both of you take him,” she mumbled. “I’ll have Rusty walk me home.”
She stared up at Obsidian, unable to look away from the blood. He’d suffered trauma to his head and it could have sent him right back into a comatose state. Or worse, killed him. He needed time to heal and grow stronger, not endanger his life. His domineering feelings for her were also putting a wedge between him and other males. It was imperative to his long-term outlook that he fit in at Homeland.
A new fear crept in. Would Obsidian be in trouble if Destiny didn’t make it? She turned her head to see what was going on with the injured Species. Trisha had her team moving him out of the building on a gurney.
It was hard to watch Obsidian walk away. Every protective, nurturing feeling she had urged her to stay at his side. She wanted to be there to make sure they ran the right tests, a list of possible complications already terrifying her.
“Allison?”
She spun, staring at a grim-faced Breeze.
“I heard what happened. We need to talk.”
Chapter Eighteen
Alli was worried. She hadn’t been returned to her home but instead had been taken to Security. It wasn’t a cell but the sterile room wasn’t exactly the reception room in the nicer part of the NSO offices. Breeze had escorted her there but fled to get water immediately. Seconds had ticked into minutes then turned into an hour. The door opened.
The Species female wasn’t alone when she reentered the room carrying a bottled water. Dr. Kregkor followed closely behind, wearing slacks and a white dress shirt. Two of the top buttons were undone and he hadn’t even taken the time to tuck it into his pants. She had no idea why a therapist had come.
“Allison.” He gave her a curt nod as he took a seat across the table. The folder he placed between them didn’t bode well—never a good thing to see in a doctor’s hand when they wore a dour expression. “I would say it’s nice to see you again but it’s not.”
Breeze gripped one of the chairs at the end of the small table, spun it with her free hand and collapsed to straddle the back of it. She placed the water in front of Alli with gusto, the loud thump causing Alli to start.
“What is going on?”
She didn’t like it one bit, whatever it was. Her question was directed at the Species female since she didn’t know the doctor quite as well. Breeze’s dark gaze met hers and anger burned there, her emotions clear.
“I’ve been assessing Obsidian’s behavior,” Kregkor announced. “I’ve been kept informed of his progress and his mental state.”