“I don’t fucking care!” the large Pyte anxiously pacing the deserted hotel parking lot snarled into his phone as Joshua watched him for another minute before he stepped back from the window and allowed the heavy curtain to fall back in place.
Dismissing the angry male, he turned his attention to the small woman curled up on the bed, nearly comatose as her body struggled to kill off the cancer that had followed her into immortality. Tilting his head to the side, he moved closer and sat down on the edge of the double bed, studying the small woman that seemed doomed to suffer for an eternity.
Closing his eyes, he slowly scented the air around her, taking in the scent of her mate’s blood, the cold blood from another Pyte male that they carried with them and shook his head. The mixture of blood was only prolonging the inevitable. Sooner or later that cancer would spread through her body and finish her.