Page 33 of All Night Long

Henry didn’t respond. He couldn’t. Everything dimmed around him like he was entering a dark tunnel. He could hear voices above him, but they sounded far away. A voice in his head shouted his name, and he whispered, “Gray.”

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Gray shot forward in his chair, pain exploding in his chest. Grabbing his chest, Gray swallowed hard and waited for the pain to disperse. When it didn’t, he pulled his T-shirt away from his chest and looked down, but saw nothing.

The pain wasn’t his. That realization had him freezing. Shit. Not him. Henry.

Henry

Fuck off

You’re in pain

No shit Sherlock

Why?

Why do you care?Gray didn’t respond, hoping Henry would tell him without Gary having to ask again.We were robbed and I’ve been shot. Ambulance is on its way now.

Fuck! I’ll be there in a minute.He stood then stopped.Where do you work?He should know this, but he hadn’t bothered to do a thorough check on his mate because his mate was human, and now he might lose him.

“Gray, you okay?”

“No!” He ran his fingers through his hair, then glanced at Hugo standing next to Key. “Henry’s been shot.”

“When?” Hugo stood next to him. “Where is he?”

“At work?” Key asked.

“Yeah. Some fucker was robbing them, then shot Henry. Fuck!” Gray tugged on his hair and spun around, then turned back to his desk.

“Key. Find out which hospital he’s likely to go to.”

“Go to where he works. They will have to treat and stabilize him first.”

You don’t know where I work? Seriously?

Please Henry.

Henry told him and Gray appeared around the side of the building. There was no ambulance as he rushed to the front door. Pushing it, he realized it was shut. Seeing Henry on the floor, he concentrated and moved to an aisle near his mate.

Within seconds, he was next to Henry and looked him over. “I need to see your back.”

Henry grunted. “No.”

“I need to check if the bullet is still in there or not.” Gray didn’t wait, but carefully took Henry’s shoulder and rolled him over. Henry moaned as Gray checked the area, wincing when he felt the bones move under his fingers. “Clean through, but the bones are possibly broken.”

“I can feel them,” Henry paled, his lips blue and thin, stress and pain lining his face.

“When will the ambulance get here?”

“I don’t know.” A blonde-haired woman, her cheeks wet, shook her head. “I don’t know why he shot Henry. He did everything the man wanted, gave him everything.”

“It’s fine,” Henry mumbled.

Gray had to get his mate out of there and to a vampire medic. They were mated, and that will have had some effects on Henry. The connection they had would show up in blood work. Gray had bitten and fed from Henry, his saliva entering Henry’s bloodstream and altering him so he would live as long as Gray. Be stronger, faster, recover quicker. It would be noticed,especially by doctors, when Henry recovered from the gunshot far quicker than the average human.

Grabbing his phone, Gray stepped back and called the one person he should have spoken to when he’d mated Henry. “Alma. I need your help.” Alma was a female vampire and a sitting member of the council. It also helped that she was a good friend of Gray’s.

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