Ferris Braden [Beyond the Marius Brothers 6] by Joyee Flynn

punched a button, telling Riley to get up here.
“I stopped moving and it’s too much,” Rylan mumbled again as if to prove Ferris’s point again. “We’ve lost everything and our whole way of life.”
“He just finished with the boy who was having trouble breathing,” Elena said as she gestured us over and moved to the sink. “He said he was going to get supplies to take a blood sample from Rylan since he agreed to it.”
I wasn’t sure what she was planning until she turned on the water, pulled out the sprayer, and turned it on Rylan. Our mate sputtered and struggled in Ferris’s arms.
“There you are,” I sighed in relief. “You were going into shock.”
“Am I not deserving of some shock time?” he asked, his eyes filling with tears. “You couldn’t let me have a bit to process?”
“Not that kind of shock,” Ferris answered. “Like medical shock, not healthy for you, and really fucking scary zombie mode.”
“Oh. It didn’t seem like that to me, just everything got a little foggy as what happened tonight played over and over again in my mind.”
“That would be shock,” a man said as he entered the kitchen. “And the longer you are in it the harder it is to snap out of it most times.”
“Oh, sorry,” Rylan whispered, shaking his head and then pushing his hair off his face. “I’m okay now. Well, relatively speaking, I guess.”
“I’m Dr. Riley Johnson. You must be King Rylan,” the man said as he extended his hand. Ferris set Rylan down and they shook quickly. “I know it’s bad timing and all—”
“No it’s not,” Rylan argued, cutting him off. He started unbuttoning his torn dress shirt and slipped it off. “You want to kill every last one of those evil fuckers as I do and you have a chance to help us all with our blood.”
“Oh yeah, I want them to all fry,” Riley said as his fangs slid out. “They slaughtered my family when I was a boy. Death is too easy for them.”
I saw the look Rylan shared with the doc. They were in complete and total agreement on that one.
They all had to die.
Chapter 7
Ferris
    When Riley was done taking a blood sample from Rylan and my mate got his people all settled and in their guest rooms for the night, we could finally breathe. I’d already run back to Darcy’s to pack a few bags and grab Rylan’s stuff, so that was done. One of Onah’s friends had dropped off some stuff for him so he was all set.
    Elena, Desmond, Onah, Rylan, and I, along with most of the other Mariuses and their mates, were sitting in the dining room. I had talked Rylan into eating something with the scotch he was intent on drinking.
And I was starving since we missed dinner.
    “Rylan, stop,” I whispered when he started working on his tablet again, ignoring his food.
“Stop what?” he asked, not even looking at me.
“Stop and breathe,” Onah answered for me, both of us on the same page. “You’ve done everything you can for tonight and more than I think anyone could fathom you would be able to do given what you’ve been through.”
“Just one more thing,” he mumbled, shaking his head. “I’m checking to see the price of renting a cargo plane to get everything from the palace here. There’s too much to be brought through the portal and that back and forth through it makes me feel sick. It would be easier just to go through it to pack and help the movers but then to have a plane fly it all over. There’s a landing strip we can use here if we get accepted into your coven, right?”
“Yes, of course,” Desmond agreed, shooting me a worried glance.
“Enough,” I growled and snagged his tablet. Rylan gave me a dirty look but I saw his lip quivering.
“Don’t. There’s too much to do,” he whispered.
“And it will all still be there in the morning,” I said gently as I set the tablet down out of his reach. “Just take twenty minutes to eat and relax a bit. Then we’re going to shower and head to bed.”
“I couldn’t possibly sleep