“George,” she whispered, her voice cruel.
“You go too far in this, Susannah. This is too far,” he said, glancing at Gray where he stood beside him.
The Vessel strode forward, coming to my side and glaring at my ancestor.
“She is a member of my Coven, and I will do what I want with her,” she said, raising her chin as he bent down beside me.
He slid his arms beneath me, lifting me as he straightened his body.
I gasped as pain filled my torso, and the deep set to Gray’s scowl made me want to wither on the spot.
“Like Hell, you will. This one is mine, and you know it as well as I do,” he growled, and I was in too much pain to question those words. “Do what you want with the rest of your witches, but the next time you touch her, I will rain Hell upon you. You will have violated my right. What do you think He would do if he discovered that, Covenant?” he asked.
I watched as George nodded, pleading with his other half. “He’s right, Susannah. You let your anger get the best of you. If I hadn’t stopped you—”
“Shut up, George,” she snapped, turning and waving a hand at Gray. “Get her out of my sight then and tell her to stay out of my way.”
Gray didn’t hesitate, striding for the doors of the Tribunal rooms. I laid my head on his shoulder, taking comfort for a single moment as my torso throbbed with the bite of sharp pain. He may have only intervened because of his promise to protect me, but that didn’t matter now.
All that mattered for now was the fact that I was awake.
23
GRAY
Her arm hung limply from her body, as if it exhausted her too much to maintain her position and continue holding her ribs. I had a feeling one was broken, and I knew I had yet another fight on my hands. Given what I’d already done with the little bit of power I held over her from my blood in her body, the likelihood of Willow willingly accepting more of it would be slim.
She’d do it anyway, even if I had to pry her mouth open while she slept.
The scent of her blood appealed to me, but in the face of the pain that consumed her, I couldn’t push past my rage that Susannah had harmed her long enough to think of my own hunger or desire.
One of the other Vessels moved in front of us, racing to the door to my chambers. He pulled it open, closing it behind us as I stepped into my office. I bypassed my desk and the couch, going straight for my bed.
One of the housekeepers had already been here, making my bed after I’d stepped out for the funeral service. I’d tried to keep my eye on Willow after the Grays had finished using their magic to bury the casket, but she’d slipped out the moment I let her out of my sight.
The witchling had more bravery in her pinky finger than most had in their entire body, going after the Covenant like that.
I sighed as I lowered her to the bed, dread filling me when her head lolled to the side slowly.
“Willow,” I said, grasping her cheeks in my hand. I tapped my finger against her high cheekbone, waiting for her to respond. “What hurts?”
She lifted a hand, grimacing as she fought to push her blazer out of the way. I pulled her to sit, scowling when she gasped in pain. The twist to her face set everything in me on fire, making warmth fill my veins for the first time in centuries.
I’d already hated the Covenant with a passion from Hell.
Now I’d make sure that when Susannah died, it would happen very, very slowly.
I helped Willow out of the blazer, then tossed it to the side and lowered her back to the mattress. She didn’t even protest the fact that I’d brought her to my own bed, laying her in my space when I could have brought her to her own room. It would have been easier in the end. Her bed was far closer to the Tribunal rooms than mine, but I needed her in my bed for this. Needed her in my space where I could keep an eye on her while she recovered.
She touched her shirt, tugging at the fabric to pull it free from the high waist of her skirt. I helped, frenzied hands tearing it free and pulling until the buttons popped down the center. They flung through the air, and she didn’t fight when it revealed the black lace of her bra.
There would be little point, given I’d seen it all the night before. Touched it.
I shoved the fabric to the side, running my hand over the bruise slowly forming on her side.
“Don’t touch it!” she screamed, swatting my hand away frantically. “I just need dirt. You should have brought me to the courtyard.”
“What are you planning to do? Eat it? Your injury is internal, Witchling,” I snapped, leaning forward to touch my lips to the swelling gently.