summoned his human form, drawing startled gasps from several of those present as he changed shapes.
Roman understood—of course he did. He offered Frey a jacket and a pair of pants—thank God Julian had thought to bring them—and asked, "He's going to be all right, then?"
"Yes. I think so."
Julian let out a sigh of relief. "I'm so glad. This wasn't how I wanted the visit to go."
"It's not your fault," Frey said. That much he knew, even if he wasn't very sure what had actually happened. His mate's family had been involved somehow, and there was, of course, the driver of the vehicle that had hit Mirian. He had every intention of investigating, but it would have to wait until he was a little more in control.
Roman brushed a brief kiss over Julian's temple. "Love, please go home. Being here isn't good for you. You can drop by later to visit, and I'll keep you posted to any news."
Julian's lower lip trembled as he considered Roman's words. "All right. I'll trust you on this. But please, call me when you find out more."
Roman was visibly relieved when Julian left, at which point Frey finally recalled that when Roman and Julian had first mated, there had been some sort of incident at a pure-blood hospital. The information hadn't spread very far—the Rowes and the Montblancs had kept it from the press—so Frey didn't have any details. Still, he could only imagine that for Julian, coming here must have been like reliving the incident in question.
Since Julian was gone, Frey decided to show his gratitude to Roman. "Thank you. For everything. And I'm sorry for attacking you."
Roman waved off his apology. "It's fine. I understand completely. My mate was also involved in a violent incident, and I didn't react well. It's completely normal. Besides, the wounds are already gone."
Mirian's father interrupted their conversation. He looked tired, like he'd aged ten years in the past hour. "Excuse me, Mr. King. I heard you say... How do you know my son is going to be all right?"
"It's not something I can explain," Frey answered, struggling to keep his voice level. "I just do." He took a deep breath, and then let it out. "And speaking of which, I have some questions of my own. I'd very much like to know what happened at the hotel."
"You can't possibly blame Mr. Lamine for this," Gonzalo said, apparently encouraged by Frey's politeness. "It was an unfortunate accident."
Frey bared his teeth, and when the humans blanched, he knew his wolf canines were still present. "Oh, I'm sure there's more to it than that, and believe me, I'll get to the bottom of it."
Before he could ask anything more, a doctor entered the waiting room and made a beeline for Mirian's father. The human shot Frey a narrow-eyed look, but didn't address his presence or his earlier behavior. Instead, he said, "We have good news. Mr. Lamine is going to be all right. He was very lucky if I do say so myself. He seems to have instinctively protected his head from the blow, and the rest of his injuries are nowhere near as serious as we originally deemed them to be."
Even if he'd already known that, Frey almost collapsed at the weight of his relief. "Is he awake? Can I see him?"
"We're transferring him to a room now," the doctor replied. "For the moment, he is still under sedation, but you can join him later on." He shot Mirian's father a telling look. "Perhaps... His closest family member?"
Much to Frey's surprise, Proctor shook his head, lips twisting in a bitter excuse for a smile. "I don't think Mirian would be too happy to see me right now. Besides, someone has to handle the formalities involved in this whole mess. You go, Mr. King."
Frey didn't thank Proctor. The words were practically a confirmation to the fact that something had indeed happened that had led to the accident. Frey wouldn't let it slide, but for now, he was needed by Mirian's side. Until Mirian opened his eyes again, until Frey heard his voice and his laughter, the world itself could wait.
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Roman understood—of course he did. He offered Frey a jacket and a pair of pants—thank God Julian had thought to bring them—and asked, "He's going to be all right, then?"
"Yes. I think so."
Julian let out a sigh of relief. "I'm so glad. This wasn't how I wanted the visit to go."
"It's not your fault," Frey said. That much he knew, even if he wasn't very sure what had actually happened. His mate's family had been involved somehow, and there was, of course, the driver of the vehicle that had hit Mirian. He had every intention of investigating, but it would have to wait until he was a little more in control.
Roman brushed a brief kiss over Julian's temple. "Love, please go home. Being here isn't good for you. You can drop by later to visit, and I'll keep you posted to any news."
Julian's lower lip trembled as he considered Roman's words. "All right. I'll trust you on this. But please, call me when you find out more."
Roman was visibly relieved when Julian left, at which point Frey finally recalled that when Roman and Julian had first mated, there had been some sort of incident at a pure-blood hospital. The information hadn't spread very far—the Rowes and the Montblancs had kept it from the press—so Frey didn't have any details. Still, he could only imagine that for Julian, coming here must have been like reliving the incident in question.
Since Julian was gone, Frey decided to show his gratitude to Roman. "Thank you. For everything. And I'm sorry for attacking you."
Roman waved off his apology. "It's fine. I understand completely. My mate was also involved in a violent incident, and I didn't react well. It's completely normal. Besides, the wounds are already gone."
Mirian's father interrupted their conversation. He looked tired, like he'd aged ten years in the past hour. "Excuse me, Mr. King. I heard you say... How do you know my son is going to be all right?"
"It's not something I can explain," Frey answered, struggling to keep his voice level. "I just do." He took a deep breath, and then let it out. "And speaking of which, I have some questions of my own. I'd very much like to know what happened at the hotel."
"You can't possibly blame Mr. Lamine for this," Gonzalo said, apparently encouraged by Frey's politeness. "It was an unfortunate accident."
Frey bared his teeth, and when the humans blanched, he knew his wolf canines were still present. "Oh, I'm sure there's more to it than that, and believe me, I'll get to the bottom of it."
Before he could ask anything more, a doctor entered the waiting room and made a beeline for Mirian's father. The human shot Frey a narrow-eyed look, but didn't address his presence or his earlier behavior. Instead, he said, "We have good news. Mr. Lamine is going to be all right. He was very lucky if I do say so myself. He seems to have instinctively protected his head from the blow, and the rest of his injuries are nowhere near as serious as we originally deemed them to be."
Even if he'd already known that, Frey almost collapsed at the weight of his relief. "Is he awake? Can I see him?"
"We're transferring him to a room now," the doctor replied. "For the moment, he is still under sedation, but you can join him later on." He shot Mirian's father a telling look. "Perhaps... His closest family member?"
Much to Frey's surprise, Proctor shook his head, lips twisting in a bitter excuse for a smile. "I don't think Mirian would be too happy to see me right now. Besides, someone has to handle the formalities involved in this whole mess. You go, Mr. King."
Frey didn't thank Proctor. The words were practically a confirmation to the fact that something had indeed happened that had led to the accident. Frey wouldn't let it slide, but for now, he was needed by Mirian's side. Until Mirian opened his eyes again, until Frey heard his voice and his laughter, the world itself could wait.
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