Titan opened his eyes and blearily smiled at her.
“Morning,” he croaked. “You’re beautiful.”
He was so sincere that she didn’t laugh in his face. She had to look horrible. Could you call it bedhead if you’d used someone else’s body as a pillow and bed all night?
“Good morning,” she said.
He lifted his arms and stretched them over his head before running his fingers through his hair. That made the strands sit up at all angles, giving him an even more adorably tousled look.
“A little help here,” she said.
He chuckled and lifted Arthur’s arms off up so she was able to sit up. They were all still naked, but she felt a little self-conscious so she grabbed Titan’s shirt from the floor and tugged it over her head. The shirt came to almost her knees. Perfect comfiness. If this thing between the three of them got serious, she was definitely going to steal one of his hoodies in the future!
Standing up, she stretched, trying to get the kink out of her back. Then turned to face Titan.
“Need coffee,” he mumbled, looking around. “Aww, he’s cute when he’s unconscious.”
His words drew her attention to the still sleeping Arthur. At first she smiled, thinking the man slept like the dead to not have been roused by Titan moving his arms and their talking.
The smile disappeared as she took in his pale skin and unnatural stillness. Was he even breathing?
“I think there’s something wrong,” she said, leaning over Arthur and putting her ear to his chest. Relief made her feel dizzy when she heard a slow but steady heartbeat.
“He’s fine,” Titan said, carefully lifting Arthur’s leg so he could get up from the couch. “I doubt there’s anything in his kitchen, but we could order some food to be delivered. I’m starving!”
She didn’t like Titan’s lack of concern. The longer she looked at Arthur, the more worried she got.
She gently patted his cheek. “Arthur, wake up for me.”
Nothing. This wasn’t good!
Titan put a hand on her shoulder. “I promise, he’s fine. Please don’t disturb him.”
Ignoring Titan, she patted Arthur’s cheek again, this time with a little more force. “Arthur, are you diabetic? Do you have a testing kit?”
She was about to tell Titan to call for an ambulance when Arthur finally opened his eyes. She gasped at the sight of his beautiful navy-blue eyes now covered in a layer of white as if he’d developed cataracts overnight.
“Beatrix?” Arthur whispered. His voice sounded like he was on the verge of dying. Oh god, what was going on?
“It’s okay, I’m going to get you help!” Beatrix said. “I don’t know what’s wrong, but you're not alone. We’re right here with you, and we’ll be with you at the hospital."
Instead of looking scared at her frantic words, Arthur raised his gaze to where Titan stood behind her.
“Explain,” he whispered, then pulled in a deep breath and closed his eyes as if the small interaction had exhausted him.
Beatrix scrambled to her feet and started hunting for her purse and clothes. She needed her phone to call for help, and she needed to get dressed to go to the hospital with Arthur.
“Beatrix, stop. Please,” Titan begged, getting in front of her.
She pulled on her pants. She hated not having her underwear, but she seemed to remember someone ripping themoff her last night. She realized Titan was still naked. She pulled off his shirt and tossed it to him, then tugged on her blouse.
He caught it but didn’t put it on. Why wasn’t he doing anything?
“Titan, you need to help me.”
“You can’t take Arthur out of here,” Titan said, his voice quiet but firm.
She went still and stared up at Titan. “What do you mean?”