Travis waved his alpha into the apartment. The course of the last hour hadn’t really dulled Travis’ emotions. Virgil had taken four bullets for him. And the medic has been useless to help the AI in any meaningful fashion. The woman only removed the bullets and bandaged the wounds. Some blather about synthetics needing special expertise to repair them. Travis still fumed over it, though Virgil didn’t come off as the worse for wear.
That issue would have to wait. First, he needed to deal with his alpha.
“What were you thinking?”
If Virgil was surprised by the question, he didn’t show it. “What do you mean?”
“You didn’t have to rescue me. I’m more than capable of dodging some bullets.” It wasn’t what he wanted to talk about, but the fear that still bubbled from seeing the holes in Virgil’
