Shifters of Black Forest Ridge: Quinn (E-Book)

Imani swayed, legs giving way, and I caught her before she hit the floor. “Imani? Are you okay?”

“My head is killing me.” She groaned. “I’m going to hurl.”

Not wasting time, I picked her up.

“What are you doing?” she squeaked.

Ignoring her, I cradled her body against my chest as I stormed over to the bathroom.

“Put me down,” she grumped.

I got her to the toilet just in the nick of time before she started vomiting. I held her steady with one hand, the other pulling back her thick hair, and she threw up again, then groaned and heaved. She finished throwing up and leaned against my body as if she didn’t have the strength to hold herself up.

“God. This is so embarrassing,” she remarked softly.

“There’s nothing to feel ashamed about,” I answered while holding her up, simultaneously closing the toilet lid so she could sit down.

“So says the man who had to hold my hair while I barfed.” She steadied herself on the toilet. I stepped back, immediately missing the contact. “I can’t believe I did that.”

I didn’t address her statement. I was more concerned about her being sick and me not having any type of human remedy to help ease her ailments.

“One second,” I grumbled before grabbing a clean washcloth from the shelf, wetting it, and holding it out to her. “Here you go.”

She took the cloth with a soft “Thank you.” Slowly, she wiped her face before raising her gaze. “The injury to my head must be worse than I thought. I just got a little woozy, and the room spun.” She frowned. “I hate to be more of a pain in the ass than I already am, but are you sure you don’t have any pain relievers?”

“None. I’m sorry.” As a wolf-shifter, I had no need for medicine. In the rare case that I was sick or injured, I would shift into my animal and then back to human form, and that did the trick for fixing what ailed me. And if that didn’t work, I could call Izzy, who was a witch and a healer.

“Damn, this is going to be a rough night,” she mumbled as she wobbled to her feet. “Whoa,” she whispered, tipping forward.

Quickly I grabbed her, preventing her from face-planting onto the bathroom floor. “Let me get you to bed. You need to rest.”

“No. I need to hop in the shower to clean off all this dirt and filth.” Her mouth pinched. She had to be in a lot of pain.

I sighed. “I need your permission.”

“Permission for what?” She stared up at me in confusion.

“To help you undress and then get you into the shower.”

She gave me a suspicious look. “Uh. That’s not happening.”

I met her gaze. “I’ll be damned if I let you slip and crack your head open on my bathroom floor.”

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