Smoke & Mirrors (33 page)

Sloane stared at him. “For what? Almost ripping your arm off?”

“For defending me so fiercely yet not hurting Taylor. We both know the damage you could have done.”

Sloane scrunched his nose up. “I was tempted. My Felid half wanted blood, but I just wanted him to get that I wasn’t giving you up. I couldn’t let my Felid half maul Taylor. I’d hoped he’d get a hold of himself, but I don’t think he realized until the others showed up and scared the shit out of his Felid half. I don’t think he’ll be trying again.”

A big black truck double parked across from them and honked.

“There’s Seb. Ready for some awkward?”

“Awkward? Why?”

Sloane followed Dex to Seb’s truck. Dex grabbed the handle and wriggled his brows at Sloane, chuckling when Sloane gasped.

“You’re not.” Sloane shook his head at him. “Dex, you can’t—”

Dex opened the door, cutting Sloane’s protest short. Sloane gave him a pointed look before getting into the backseat. Dex climbed up into the passenger seat and buckled up, waiting for Seb to pull into traffic.

“You both look like hell,” Seb offered. “Where are we going?”

“I need to see a doctor,” Dex replied with a smile.

Seb stopped at the red light and arched an eyebrow at him. “And what, they ran out at the hospital?”

“I can’t go to the hospital. Too risky. And I only know one other doctor.”

Seb’s brow furrowed. “You planning on telling me, or am I supposed to guess?”

Wait for it.

The light turned green the same time realization hit Seb. The shrilling honk of a car horn snapped Seb out of it, and he turned his attention back to the road, hitting the accelerator harder than necessary. “No.”

“I need you to take us there. I don’t know where he lives.”

“And you called
me
?” Seb growled. “That your idea of some kind of joke?”

“You know the THIRDS doesn’t give out personal information, not even to other agents.”

Seb made a sharp turn down a residential street before coming to a screeching halt. He put the truck in park and turned in his seat, his nostrils flaring and green eyes blazing.

“Everyone on your fucking team knows where he lives, including your boyfriend, who’s in the backseat! Do you think this is funny? Do you have any idea how painful this is for me, and you’re playing fucking games?”

“He wears your shirt under his. Did you know that?”

Seb’s anger appeared to slip away as quickly as it had come. When he spoke, his voice was quiet.

“How do you know?”

“He showed me. He came to visit me a few weeks ago, when I got hurt, and we talked.”

Dex motioned to the road, and after some hesitation, Seb got them moving again.

“He told me about what happened at the hospital.”

Seb gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. “Then you know I’m the last person he wants to see.”

“You’re the
only
person he wants to see. Every day, you’re all he sees.”

“And what am I supposed to do? I can’t risk him….” Seb looked exhausted, and not just from lack of sleep.

“He’s not going back to England.”

Seb shook his head. “You don’t know him like I do. He’ll do it.”

“He can’t. It’s killing him being away from you now, and you both work in the same building. You think he’s going to move to another continent?”

“He told me—”

“He knows you, Seb. Why do you think he threatened you with that? He knew you’d never leave Ethan or your family behind to follow him to England, but he’s never going to do it, never intended to. He knew you’d never risk it. That you’d want to keep him close. You’d do what he asked without question. You can’t give up.”

“I won’t lose him across a fucking ocean!”

“Seb, he can’t. He physically can’t.”

“What are you talking about?” Seb pulled up outside a brownstone with a beautiful garden in bloom. He stopped the car and turned off the engine before turning to Dex with a frown. “What do you mean he physically can’t?”

“There was something else Hudson was counting on.”

“What?”

Dex thought about it. He didn’t want to betray Hudson’s confidence, but Hudson hadn’t asked him to not tell Seb. It could be he simply expected Dex not to say anything, but Hudson was smart, very smart. He also knew Dex really well. Sure, Dex was a gossip at work at times, but he knew when to keep his mouth shut about something important. Something in his gut told him this was the right thing to do.

“The fact that he’s the one bearing your mark. No one knows what he feels but him. Every mate that’s marked shares certain experiences, but some experiences are unique to that marked mate. Hudson physically can’t be away from you. His feral half will tear itself apart from the inside out from the need to be near you. He can move across town, hell, he can move to Florida or Canada, but across an ocean?” Dex shook his head sadly. “His body would never survive.”

Seb sat there in silence, staring ahead. He sat like that for so long, Dex was forced to interrupt whatever Seb was thinking about.

“Is this it?” Dex motioned to the brownstone behind him.

“Yeah. He’s home.”

“How do you know?”

“Curtains are open. He always has them open when he’s at home, closed when he goes out.” Seb didn’t bother looking at the house. The guy probably knew the place inside and out, along with the wolf Therian who lived there.

“Right. Let’s go, then.” Dex went to get out when Seb put a hand to his shoulder.

“Dex?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks. I’m not exactly sure what to do with everything you just told me, but thank you.”

He smiled, his green eyes reminding Dex of Hobbs’s. There was so much heartache and sadness in those eyes. Like his little brother did, Dex hoped Seb found happiness again. Dex nodded and got out of the truck. Sloane and Seb followed him up the stairs. The house was immaculately kept, the garden full of flowers in bloom. Dex rang the doorbell, and a stunned-looking Hudson quickly answered. The guy was adorable, standing there in a long open blue robe, wearing TARDIS-patterned boxer shorts, a Kiss T-shirt that was too big for him, and fuzzy slippers. His hair was sticking up at all angles.

“I didn’t know you liked
Doctor Who
,” Dex said with a chuckle.

Hudson looked down at himself before he swiftly tied his robe, his face flushed. “Of course I do. I’m British. It’s a crime not to.”

“Who was your favorite?”

“That’s like asking me who my favorite Bond was.”

“You don’t have one? Everyone has a favorite Bond.”

Hudson shook his head in amusement before he saw Dex’s arm. “Bloody hell, Dex. What on earth happened to you?”

“I’m a little banged up. Could you help me out?”

“Of course.” Hudson stepped aside, greeting Sloane when he came in. He was about to close the door when Seb appeared, startling Hudson. “Sebastian.”

Seb held a hand up. “Hi.”

“I called him,” Dex explained. “This is kind of off-the-record, and I didn’t know where you lived.”

Hudson narrowed his eyes at Dex. Yeah, he wasn’t buying it.

“I’ll go,” Seb told Dex. “You can just call me when you’re done, and I’ll come pick you up.”

Hudson sighed. “Don’t be silly. Come in.”

Seb hesitated before Hudson smiled at him, even though his eyes were on his feet.

“Please.”

“Okay.” Seb walked in, and they all headed into the dining room. Hudson’s house was as immaculate on the outside as it was on the inside. Everything had its place. Dex wasn’t sure what he expected Hudson’s place to look like, but he certainly hadn’t expected all the vibrant-colored walls and accents. Dex was about to comment when Hudson hissed at him.

“I don’t know what’s percolating in that caffeine-soaked brain of yours, but I have half a mind to kick your arse.”

“You’re a doctor. You’re supposed to heal people.”

Hudson smiled wickedly. “I examine dead bodies, if you will recall. Test me, and by the time I’m through with you you’ll fit right in with the rest of my patients.”

Dex put a hand to his chest. “Ouch, man.”

“Now let’s take a look at that arm. Seb, could you bring me my medical bag, please?”

Seb nodded. He went to the large decorative trunk behind the flower-patterned love seat in the living room, which Dex could see from the chair he’d plopped himself down on. Seb opened the trunk and removed a large medical bag, which looked just like the one Sloane kept in their closet at home. Seb brought it back to the dining room and placed it on the table. He quickly began to remove supplies.

“Now tell me. Why couldn’t you go to the hospital?” Hudson asked, and he pressed against the edges of Dex’s wounds with his thumbs. It didn’t hurt as much as it did when Rosa was applying the glue.

“Because then they’ll have my blood, my records, and they’ll want tests, and then the guys who had my parents killed will show up to kill me and Sloane.”

Seb stilled, and Hudson stared at Dex over his glasses. “I beg your pardon?”

“Jesus.” Seb turned to Sloane, shaking his head in disbelief. “You guys ever think of maybe taking some time off from all the crazy?”

Sloane took a seat in the chair beside Dex. “Buddy, you have no idea.”

“I know. It’s a lot to take in.”

Dex told Hudson everything, leaving out only Sparks’s identity. He trusted Hudson with his life, but the four of them, they were connected through their bonds, through their experiences, and what Shultzon’s superiors had planned for them. Just because Hudson wasn’t Human didn’t mean he wouldn’t be targeted. Dex wasn’t taking any chances. Dex watched Hudson as he slowly sank into one of the chairs. He was quiet as he took it all in. Seb, for all his bulk and muscle, was sharp. He narrowed his eyes at Dex.

“That’s why you brought me here.”

Hudson looked from Seb to Dex and back. “What are you talking about?”

Seb continued, addressing Dex as if Hudson hadn’t spoken. “These people who are after you, they’re dangerous. By coming here, you could have put Hudson on their radar. You brought me here to protect him.”

“I’m sorry,” Dex replied sincerely. “But I can’t go to a hospital. Not anymore.” He turned his attention to Hudson. “I trust you, Hudson. Whatever’s going on, it’s bigger than all of us. Who’s to say you and Seb wouldn’t be next? Right now they’re just targeting Humans who’ve been marked, but what if they start looking at Pre-First Gens?” Dex moved his gaze to Seb. “What if your DNA changes Hudson?”

Seb looked stricken. “That was three years ago. If that was the case it would have happened by now.”

“But you don’t know for sure. No one does. You need to keep an eye on it.” Dex turned his attention back to Hudson. “I’m sorry for bringing you into this mess, Hudson, but I have no one else to turn to, no one else I trust more. If I end up under your care, I know you’ll do what is right. I know I’m asking a lot from you, and I’ll find a way to repay you, but please. I need you to be my doctor. Off the books.” Dex waited quietly as Hudson went pensive. His tension eased somewhat when he felt Sloane take his hand and squeeze.

Seb began to pace, his anger rising. “This is ridiculous. How could you come here and put him in danger like this?”

“Seb,” Hudson called gently.

“That was an incredibly selfish move on your part, Dex. These people don’t care who they kill. How could you bring them down on us?”

“Sebastian, stop!” Hudson stood. His expression softened as he spoke to Seb. “I know you just want to protect me, but I make my own decisions. If everything Dex has told us is true, then I have an obligation to do my part. As a doctor, I can’t turn my back on those who need my aid, especially friends.” Hudson gave Dex a nod. “You have my word. I will do everything I can to help you.”

Seb ran his fingers through his hair as he paced before he came to some sort of conclusion. “Fine.” He faced Hudson. “Then you better get used to having me around, because I’m not letting you out of my sight with those assholes out there.”

“Seb, I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself. I may be the medical examiner, but I’m also a THIRDS agent, and—”

“This isn’t up for discussion!” Seb thundered, marching up to Hudson, grabbing his arm, and pulling him against him. “I don’t care if you hate me. I don’t care how many times you tell me to fuck off. I am
not
going away, and I sure as shit won’t let them put their hands on you if I can help it, so I suggest you get that into your pretty little head right now, Dr. Colbourn, because you’re going to be seeing a hell of a lot more of me. You got that?”

Hudson nodded.

“Tell me you understand.”

Hudson swallowed hard, his cheeks flushed. “I understand.”

“Good.”

Seb released him before he stalked off into the living room, muttering under his breath. No one said a word. Dex was impressed. He and Sloane exchanged glances. They’d never seen Seb like this. Hudson apparently quite liked it, if his blushing cheeks were anything to go by. Well, he learned something new about their doctor friend every day. Hudson cleared his throat and went on to tend to Dex’s wound.

“It’s extraordinary,” Hudson said, inspecting his arm.

The wounds were reduced to mere stings. More a discomfort than anything.

“What’s that?” Dex asked. He looked at his arm and frowned. “Holy shit.”

“What is it?” Sloane quickly got up to see for himself. “How’s that possible?”

“What?” Seb approached, took one look at Dex’s arm, and shook his head. “That’s not possible. How can you be healed already? That kind of wound would take days to heal.”

“It’s your new body.”

Everyone turned to find Sparks standing in the doorway.

“Lieutenant?” Hudson seemed to quickly put two and two together. “You know about this. About Dex’s mutated DNA.”

“Yes. I can’t get into the history of it now.” She looked over at Dex and gave him a nod. “Recruiting Dr. Colbourn was a very smart move. We’ll undoubtedly be requiring his assistance in the future. We’ve got bigger problems at the moment.” She looked to Dex and Sloane. “The trap we devised failed, though not entirely.”

“Trap?” Sloane frowned. “Wait, the frat boys. That was a trap?”