When Alexei said he was going to save a witch, he didn't mean a princess witch.
Though he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy Elijah tangled in red, thrashing against his hold.
He might've let the boy squirm longer, just for the thrill of it, if not for the sudden paleness draining his face.
"Oh lord..." Nicholas muttered, his palm on Elijah's sweaty forehead.
"What?" Alexei frowned. The priestling felt too hot, like he had gotten another high fever. Those bluish tinted lips irked him even more.
"Hospital... we need to take him to the hospital!"
"What do you mean? Poisoned?" Alexei hauled Elijah higher onto his shoulder and shoved through the back exit.
"It looks like it. I told him not to step into her lair alone. But this kid never listens!"
Nicholas was already tapping furiously on his phone. By the time they hit the alley, headlights slashed through the dark, revealing a hulking Rezvani Vengeance rumbling at the curb.
