บท 59: Chapter 59 - Saint

I gritted my teeth as Kiema's eyes slid closed once again. I needed to see her, feel her, hold her myself. To know that my mate would be okay. I clenched my fists at my side. Ransom was curled above her, scenting her, touching her.

As the machines hooked up to Kiema settled into a steady, normal rhythm, Ransom reached out and collared the tall red headed man who was attempting to get away. Pushing the stranger in front of him, Ransom indicated for all of us to leave the room.

"Just outside the doors, Saint. We'll keep an eye on her."

I pushed the need to get in his face, to stake my claim on her, to the back of my mind. She wasn't only mine. I ground my teeth together so hard a spear of pain slid from my jaw to my temple.

Ransom released the intruder. "Explain yourself Lukas. And fast."

"Wait. This is Lukas?" Xander asked.

Ransom nodded.

Without so much as another breath, Xander laid into Lukas like he was a championship fighter in the ring.