Elijah POV
Days passed with rising tension in several directions.
No matter how much tea we pumped into her, Ambrosia did not wake. She stopped coughing blood, at least- that was good. The blood tests confirmed that she was healthy as could be, which left the problem firmly in the realm of the magical, where Dr. Agile could not roam. The only one I knew to call for help was unconscious in need of said help, and I felt I had nowhere left to turn.
So, I did something else Ambrosia would hate.
I called Beckett.
He arrived within the hour, and looked at me with a look of suspicion. “What’s this about, Alpha Elijah?”
I met with him in the same meeting room I’d interrogated Rosalia in. It hadn’t been used since and still smelled faintly of her. That didn’t distract me as I motioned for hi
