She felt as though shed fallen asleep at the wheel of a car and woken up inside a mangled heap, her weakened body pinned in place. Help had yet to arrive.
Nicola?
Scratch that. Help had arrived.
She blinked rapidly, and finally managed to focus. A man loomed over her. He had dark hair, dark eyes, and his skin was beautifully black. He wore a lab coat and had a stethoscope draped around his neck. Dr. Carter from County General, she realized. Lailas doctor.
You fainted, he said, his tone gentle.
No, I Had fainted, yes. The memory played through her mind, and she saw herself in Lailas room. Koldo had fed her sister a droplet of something, then vanished, and her sister had begun to scream. A nurse had shoved Nicola out of the room and fear had overtaken her.
Now she was lying in a hospital bed, hooked to an IV and wearing a paper-thin gown.
Your heartbeat has been regulated, he informed her.
Dont care. Laila, she said, trying to sit up.
Dr. Carter kindly pushed her back down. You knocked your skull pretty hard when you landed. In fact, you have a concussion, and were going to keep you for the rest of the day and night.
Laila, she repeated, her voice a mere croak.
His lips curved into a slow smile. Its the most amazing thing. Once we got her calmed down, we noticed her vitals were actually stronger than theyd been in weeks. We drew some blood, and the results astonished us. Her liver and kidneys are finally working properly, and her heartbeat is steady.
She...she...
Just might live, he confirmed.
Just like that, undiluted joy burst through Nicola, as potent as any drug. Joy Koldo had sown into her. Laila was on the mend! Koldo had told the truth. He had
Saved her twin for a little while, Nicola recalled. Only a little while. Ribbons of disappointment threaded through the joy. Hed said he could buy her sister time, nothing more.
Before, that had seemed so promising. Now? She wanted more.
Time. Time. The word echoed through her mind in tune with the ticking of a clock. How much time did her sister have? Koldo had said she wouldnt live more than a few weeks, and when Nicola peeled back the top layer of those words and peeked inside, she realized Laila could drift away much sooner. In a matter of days.
Tomorrow, even.
An hour from now.
I want to see her, she rushed out.
Dr. Carters smile widened as he turned to the side and waved his arm toward the patient in the bed beside hers. You can.
Her gaze landed on the beautiful blonde buried under a mound of covers, and her joy returned full force. Tears flooded her eyes. Her beloved Laila was stretched out on her side, facing her, the color in her cheeks healthy for the first time in months. Her eyes were closed, her breathing even. Her chest rose and fell on its own, with no help from a machine. Her lips were curved in a grin. A soft, happy grin.
Nicola had worried for nothing, she realized. In fact, she had actually harmed herself. Had she remained calm and trusted Koldo, she could have enjoyed hearing the news of her sisters recovery while on her feet. She could have whooped and laughed and watched as Laila strengthened. Ill never make that mistake again.
Its a miracle, Dr. Carter said. If she continues to recover at this rate, she should be able to go home in a few days.
Really?
Really. Right now shes resting, and I suggest you do the same. Well be checking on you every few hours. He reached out, squeezed her hand. If you need anything, let us know.
I will. And thank you.
He nodded and strode from the room.
Nicola stared over at her sister, marveling. How many nights had she and Laila lain awake in the same bed, snuggled up to each other, whispering and sharing secrets? Countless. And they would have that again.
Laila released a soft sigh and
Oh, wow, wow, wow.
Nicola rubbed at her eyes, but...she could still see an ugly little monkey with tentacles instead of arms perched on the side of Lailas bed. The creature was glaring at Nicola with hatred in his eyes as he stroked Lailas arm, as though trying to capture her attention.
A hallucination? Surely. She was concussed, after all. But...but...it looked so real. Just like the monsters shed seen as a child.
Koldo materialized at the side of Nicolas bed, consuming her attention and overwhelming her thoughts. Any other time, surprise would have jacked up her heartbeat. Because really, she didnt think she would ever get used to watching a man appear from thin air. But there were currently very strong drugs in her system, preventing any kind of adverse reaction.
Do you see that? she demanded.
What? he replied, looking around.
The monkey was gone, she realized. Never mind.
He peered down at her and frowned. I was granted permission to return, to leave the thorn in my side for another hour, and check on you. Apparently, Im a beast to be around. And I find you injured? There was a thread of anger in his tone. Why are you injured?
I hit my head when I passed out, she admitted.
And why did you pass out? He leaned over and traced calloused fingertips across her forehead, exactly where shed hit it during her fainting spell. A sharp lance of pain caused her to wince, and he drew back, a gleam of shame in his eyes.
A part of her mourned the loss of him, pain or not. Hed just given her a nonmedical-related touch, and it was the first she had received since Lailas admission here. Shed liked it. A lot.
He was so warm. So vibrant.
So...necessary.
Well, its kind of a funny story. Suddenly nervous, she twisted the sheet on her bedand maybe the drugs werent so strong, after all, because her heart skipped a beat. You see, you had just given my sister that drop of liquid and disappeared, and she had just started screaming
As I told you she would do.
Yes, but I wasnt exactly prepared and...
Understanding dawned, lightening those golden eyes to a bright, otherworldly amber. You worried.
Well, yeah. Did I mention Laila was screaming?
His lips pursed. With irritation? she wondered. Yeah. Definitely with irritation. He looked ready to murder her. It probably wouldnt help his mood if she told him that he suddenly reminded her of a male model flashing Blue Steel. Or Magnum. And that he was really, really, really good-looking. Like, superbeautiful.
I have to watch less TV on the nights I cant sleep.
Were not off to a good start, he said.
Im sorry.
The apology earned her a short, curt Do better.
I will.
See that you do.
So bighearted of him. So, what did you give her?
A pause, then, Im not ready to share that information.
Judging from the hardness of his tone, he might never be ready. Well, are you ready to tell me what you are? Besides a soldier, I mean.
You still have no guess? he asked, his features darkening with disappointment.
She bit her lip. Ive been busy.
Lesson number one, he said. People give priority to whats important to them.
Thats true, but I have to work two jobs. Ive had to care for my sister. Ive had to sleep whenever possible.
And you couldnt spare a minute here, and a minute there? Of course you could have! Instead, you give me excuses.
And excuses werent allowed in Mr. Koldos classroom, obviously. He was going to be fun to hang with, wasnt he? Oh, yeah, well, how am I supposed to do the peace-and-joy thing if you continue to be mean to me?
He jolted a step backward, as though shocked. Im not mean.
She peered at him, doing her best to radiate mock sincerity. Koldo, do you know the definition of the word mean?
Nasty. Unkind. Cruel.
Maybe for some. But the Nicola Lane definition is pain in my rear.
He rubbed the back of his neck. I will endeavor to be nicer, then.
She suddenly felt a little guilty for teasing him. Hed taken her seriously. Will you at least give me a hint? Maybe tell me where you go when you vanish?
I go to the spirit realm, he said, watching her intensely.
So...youre a ghost? As shed first suspected?
He flashed his teeth in a fearsome scowl. Ghosts do not exist.
Wow. O-kay. There was a glimpse of the Viking pillager from the elevator. The one who had a major beef with lies. So youre not a ghost. Got it.
There are no ghosts, he reiterated sharply. Human spirits go up or down, but they never linger or come back. What people consider ghosts are actually familiar spirits and familiar spirits are dem Sighing, he scrubbed a hand down his face. Never mind. I have more to teach you than I realized.
A bead of worry shed told herself she wouldnt feel joined the guilt. You wont change your mind, will you?
Annnd he flashed his teeth in yet another fearsome scowl. How could I? A bargain was struck.
And he was always a man of his word. Shed already known that about him, and had to stop inadvertently insulting his sense of honor. He might stick around no matter what, but she wanted him as happy as she was supposed to be while he was doing it. Why do you want to teach someone like me, anyway? Nicola had nothing to offer in return. And what do you want to teach me? I thought you only wanted me to do the calm, peace, joy thing.
He looked away, saying, Perhaps I know what its like to suffer one travesty after another, desperate for hope but discovering none. He studied her sister for a long while. I just pray Laila proves to be as accepting as you.
Would that help her? Save her for more than a few weeks? A whisper. A desperate rasp.
Honestly? Only she knows the answer to that. I can teach her what I teach youand no, I wont share the details yet. Youre drugged, and will forget the most important parts. Ill do everything I possibly can to make her feel calm, at peace and joyful. A flicker of doubt in his eyes, followed by...anger? He shook his head and added, But will she listen?
Would she? Laila, who was so stubborn, so hardheaded, she would argue until she ran out of breath. Laila, who possessed the unique ability to tune out anyone at any time. Nicola loved her, but she was highly aware of her faults.
What you teach us, what we feel, will help us heal? she asked.
Yes. I have seen lepers cleansed. I have seen the lame walk and the blind regain their sight.
Ill make her listen, then. Determination mixed with a heady dose of excitement. Over the years, she had been checked out by hundreds of doctors. A thousand tests had been run. A million procedures and surgeries had been endured. The prognosis had always been the same.
Were sorry, Miss Lane, but theres nothing we can do.
Now there was hope for Laila, too.
Koldos expression softened as he gazed at her. He actually appeared proud of her. The only sure way to fail is to give up, Nicola Lane. You arent a quitter, I can tell.
A compliment from so blunt a man was sweeter than words of adoration from any charmer.
Nicola?
Nicola jolted at the sound of her sisters voice. A voice that was rough, the edges broken, but still unbelievably beautiful. Laila! Youre awake!
Koldo stepped back, out of the way, and Nicolas gaze zipped in her sisters direction. First thing she noticed, the monkey hadnt returned. The second thing, Laila was glowing.
Though their features were identical, Laila had somehow always been the pretty one. The charismatic one. People had always gravitated to her, hanging upon her every word.
Even Nicola, the serious one, never willing to take a risk, had been enchanted by her.
Im thirsty, Laila mumbled. She was still on her side, with her head propped on her pillow, but now her eyelids were opening and closing slowly and repeatedly, as though she were fighting to stay awake. Id really like some water.
Nicola looked to Koldo. Will you get
But he was no longer there.
Laila frowned, her gaze finally remaining open, and said, Whered the doctor go?
Doctor? Yeah, the title fit Koldo very well, she thought. I wish I knew.
CHAPTER EIGHT
LAILA WOULD BE COMING home today, far earlier than anyone had expected!
Nicola could barely contain her excitement as she puttered around her office, gathering the files and receipts she needed. Even the fact that Jamila and Sirena were the worst coworkers of all time and Nicola was carrying just as heavy as load as before failed to dampen her good mood. She could do the most pressing tasks tonight, after she had tucked Laila into bed and finished grocery shopping. Who needed sleep, anyway?
Jamila, she called.
Silence.
Sirena?
Again silence.
Sighing, Nicola closed her bag. Between half-hour bathroom breaks and two-hour-long lunch sabbaticals, the girls barely had time to sit at their desks.
Your forehead is healing nicely. Im pleased.
Nicolas head snapped up, her gaze colliding with the golden brown of Koldos. Instantly her heart sped into a frenzied beat. Youre here.
Last night shed lain in that hospital bed thinking about him, wanting so badly to hear his voice, to draw in his scent, to feel his heat, to lean on his intensity. His honesty. His strength.
Now he was standing just in front of her desk, wearing a black shirt and pants, the dark shade the perfect contrast to the bronze of his skin, making him more beautiful than any model and sexy in a way that should have been illegal. Seriously. Giant warrior man had her drooling. He was total Drogo hot.
A scar bisected the side of his forehead, adding an air of danger. His lashes were thick and black. His nose was aristocratic, regal, and shed never been one to think beards were a male must-have, but Koldo changed her mind, the dark shadow accentuating the masculine purity of his jaw.