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devastation. Her bear roared its objection, denying the truth that lay spread before her.
The skin on her arms rippled, the bear aching to be released so it could hunt and kill whomever
injured their mate. Destroy their lives the way they d destroyed hers. They needed to be shredded,
ripped apart, and scattered across the ground.
Evelyn pressed two fingers to his neck, searching for his pulse, counting the beats and then&
One.
The seconds ticked past.
Two.
Time went on.
Three.
She willed her heart to beat for him.
Blood. Doc Hill rasped and she spared him a glance before focusing on her mate. They must
have changed the hellfire. Made it worse for shifters.
Because she could see that the old man s injury had stopped bleeding and no longer spread. That
could be the only explanation.
Give him your blood. The doctor grunted and shifted against the wall.
He s a wolf. Would bear blood hurt him?
Heard he s your mate. You re built to be compatible. Species don t matter. Pain-filled eyes met
hers. What could it hurt?
Nothing because he was dying anyway. She could see bone now, his ribs coming into view as the
Carvrix delved deeper. So she let the bear come forward, let it transform her human nails to claws,
and dragged one down the length of her arm. The wound sent a bolt of pain along her nerves, but she
ignored it. She had a task, a purpose, and she would see it through.
Evelyn held her arm above Reid, squeezing her hand, curling and uncurling her fist to encourage
blood flow. She let it rain down on his skin, and she ensured her blood fell into his wounds. It was
her last chance, her last ditch effort to keep him breathing and the poison from winning.
When the cut sealed itself, she simply did it again. Over and over. The bear wanted Reid to live
as much as she did, but there was no way to stop a basic biological imperative. Her body was
programmed to heal.
So she bled and then healed and then she cut again.
No one stopped her. No one spoke to her. No one came near her.
Until Asher reached for Reid s neck, earning a snarl and snap from her. No one was hurting Reid.
No one. And if Asher thought he could become Itan by snapping Reid s neck now, she d make sure he
didn t live past Reid s last breath.
I m checking his pulse, Evelyn, he lifted his hands and murmured low. Just checking.
He didn t smell like subterfuge or hate, not like someone else in the office. Who was it? Who was
happy&
Evelyn?
She jerked her head in a brisk nod. Check him.
Another cut, another squeeze, another stream&
Heartbeat is strong.
Movement to her right, the rustle of clothing and low groan told her the doctor was moving.
Wounds are healing. Time to stop, Evelyn.
Stop. Stop? But there were still&
A large hand wrapped around her wrist, stopping her from making another fist. She followed that
arm to meet the owner s gaze and snarled at him at Asher.
It s time to stop. He won t want you killing yourself to save him. Ever.
Evelyn s throat tightened, squeezing her and cutting off her air. She wheezed as she tore her gaze
from his and focused on Reid once more. Can t lose him.
In a day he d become necessary to her survival. Necessary. There was no living, no breathing,
without him.
He was an asshole, slightly crazed, but her asshole.
And you won t. His body will do the rest.
I can t lose him.
And he can t lose you. Sit back. Take care of yourself now. You lost a lot of blood.
Asher helped her urged her to lean against the wall while he issued orders to the other males.
He organized transport for their small group. Doc Hill and Trisha would be dropped off at the human
hospital to a few trusted bears. Those who would keep their eyes closed and mouths shut when it
came to treatment.
You lost a lot of blood.
Evelyn didn t lose it. She knew where it went. Into the other half of her. Into Reid.
Chapter Twelve
Waking up with a warm woman in his arms wasn t the worst thing in the world. Realizing it was
his mate made it a damn good thing.
Reid shifted in place, carefully lifting his head and glancing around the room. He spied a few
things that belonged to him and more than a few that looked like they might be Evie s. Because he sure
as hell didn t own a pile of makeup or any bras he d decided to leave draped over the end of the bed.
He drew in a lungful of air and sorted through the scents, confirming his thoughts. The space was
imbued with Evie s flavors.
He was in her room. In her bed.
He lowered his head and carefully moved his legs to shift into a more comfortable position.
He was in her room. In her bed. Naked.
That was damn fine. He felt fabric against his side, telling him that Evie wore clothing, but if she
was game, he could fix that. Quickly.
At least, that s what he thought until he tried to lift his arm and was assaulted with a piercing pain.
All right, he could fix it slowly.
He tried again only moaning with the move this time. Dammit, he hissed.
What happened?
Oh. Right.
Anger at the old man, him ready to tear the dick to pieces for giving Evie a hard time, and then the
familiar pop of guns.
Pop, pop, pop& He knew he took at least five bullets he d counted and he remembered the
scent of the human blood from Doc Hill and the receptionist. And damn, his mate was fierce when it
came to digging out bullets.
He didn t have much after that. A haze of pain, the lure of sleep, his vision going fuzzy.
The pain though& He pulled that specific memory forward. It wasn t normal. He knew the feel of
gunshots and it d been& more. Stingy rather than harsh. A continuous burn with a prickly edge
instead of fierce and fast.
It reminded him of one thing, one drug he d encountered and hoped to never experience again.
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