Page 49 of Cursed Sight
“This shit wouldn’t have happened if he’d done his fucking job,” Peter snapped, and the wolf whimpered again.
Ethan shook his head. “I don’t understand. Why were the girls being followed by one of your guys?”
“Serena came to see me and asked if I knew anything about high-level—” Peter glanced at the door before lowering his voice. “Demons coming back to life. At the end of our discussion, I told her one of my men would keep an eye on the shop until we knew what or who was causing your visions.”
“She had a guard?” he asked.
Peter nodded. “She didn’t ask for one. I volunteered to send her one and she agreed. We are on the same team, man.”
“Serena Bishop’s family?” a woman in scrubs asked.
Ethan pushed forward. “How is she?”
The woman eyed him skeptically. “What’s your relation?”
“She’s my fiancée.”
“There was no ring on her finger.”
Ryan moved to Ethan’s side. “She’s my sister, and he is in fact her fiancée. He was out getting her ring resized while she was getting her dress altered,” Ryan said, pointing from the bag in Ethan’s hand to Brandy’s dress hanging over one of the waiting chairs.
“Please, tell us how she is,” he begged the woman.
Her face softened. “She’s in stable condition, but we still don’t know what caused her collapse.”
Ethan’s hand moved to his stomach as he recalled the excruciating pain he felt earlier.
“Have you checked her blood? Could she have ingested something to make her this ill?” Brandy asked.
“We’re waiting on the lab for those results. Do you believe she could have taken something?” the woman asked.
“I don’t know. We were offered champagne at the dress shop. I’m pregnant, so I took a water bottle. She was fine until then,” Brandy replied.
“That’s really helpful actually. Did she drink all of it or only some?”
Brandy ran a hand over her forehead in thought. “The flute was filled almost to the brim, and I think more than half of it was still in it when we left.”
“Great. I’ll keep you posted.”
Before anyone could take another breath, the woman ran off toward a set of double doors and used her badge to get through. Ethan turned toward Ryan and Brandy. “Is there anything I can do—” He paused to verify they were the only ones in the waiting area. “Anything magical to help her?”
Each of them spouted off varying ideas until Peter set his big meaty hand on Ethan’s shoulder. “Can I have a moment?”
“Go, we’ll keep brainstorming,” Brandy said.
Ethan leaned against the far wall and was joined by Peter. Neither spoke for a moment as they watched their family and friends mutter back and forth.
“I’ve always liked you, E. I’m not really sure why you’d be surprised that I’d want to be here for you and Serena,” Peter said for only his ears.
Ethan did not have time for this crap when Serena was quite possibly fighting for her life mere feet from where they all stood. He dug through his mind and found a faint trace of her. His everything was barely holding on, and it tore him to shreds.
“Have you now or ever wanted to be with Serena?” Ethan blurted as he stared down the alpha, the same one he watched fuck his woman in a dream. Peter could kill Ethan in a matter of seconds if he chose to.
Surprise crossed Peter’s face before confusion set in. “I’m not sure why you’d think I did or do, but no offense to you or her, Serena’s not my kind of woman. So no, I’ve never wanted to be with her, then or now. Ryan?” Peter called.
Ryan looked back and forth. “What’s up?”
“Can you explain to Ethan here how good of friends Serena and I are?”
