Chapter 22
WHAT?” I LOOKED from Nikolas to Tristan to Roland, and they all nodded at me in turn. Disbelief flooded me, followed by a spark of hope. “Human? He’s human . . . and alive?”
“He smells human to us,” Peter said from behind Roland.
I gripped Roland’s arm because he was closest. “You’ve seen him?”
“Ow. Demon strength, remember.” He rubbed his arm. “We’ve seen him a few times. And you should know that he – ”
“Where is he? I want to see him.” I pushed aside the blanket and sat up. Dizziness assailed me, and I would have toppled out of bed if Nikolas had not been there to catch me.
“Hold on. You’re too weak to go anywhere.” He held me with gentle firmness. I struggled against him, but it was no use.
“Let me go! I have to see Nate.” Twice, I’d thought I lost Nate; first when he’
