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Mortimer wouldn’t be happy if we left you here alone.” He leered in the direction of her breasts.
    “I’ll make sure he knows I insisted.” Her fingers tingled with the idea of dropping the ceiling on their heads. Even if only the rocks would break. The battle of glares eventually broke when the ogres looked away.
    “We’ll be right outside,” Turtifo growled, leaving the cell but keeping the door open.
    Lili turned back to her patient. “It’s all right,” she said softly. “I won’t hurt you.” She gently pushed back the filthy strands of shoulder-length coal-black hair that hung loosely around his dirt-streaked face. The large tear in his shirt revealed the brand marring his shoulder. Her lips tightened as she looked at it, knowing it declared to all that the bearer of the mark was nothing more than an insane animal.
    Her skin burned with awareness the moment she touched him.
    Protective runes kicked into gear while she stared into blazing cobalt eyes.
    “What in Hades is going on here?” she asked once she regained her voice. She kept her voice low so her guards couldn’t eavesdrop. She knew most ogres didn’t have excellent hearing, but for all she knew, those two had been enhanced. “How can you be here when you were in my house last night?” And how come you looked all clean and gorgeous then? Now you look as if you just rolled out of a county dump. All this filth isn’t recent, either. Not to mention I don’t sense one shred of insanity in your blood. So what is going on here?
    Then she remembered the shadows that lingered around him. That he’d disappeared in the blink of an eye.
    Lili picked up a packet of wet wipes and began cleaning the black blood from the wicked gash marring his forehead. She could see the torn skin was already knitting together, but not as quickly as it should. She carefully touched her fingertips to the wound to speed up the healing. Her skin warmed with her power. Her lips tightened at the sight of raw abraded skin and jagged scars on his wrists and ankles. Iron shackles took power away from supernatural creatures and created as much pain as silver did. She didn’t care how qualified Dr. Mortimer was; she was going to make sure that kind of treatment didn’t happen again.
    Her patient uttered guttural words that hurt her ears and caused her to wince as the painful sound bounced around inside her head.
    “Oh puleeze.” She rolled her eyes as she tossed the bloody wipes in the air and torched them. She knew that blood was a priceless commodity for many spells, especially the darker ones. A demon’s blood was considered extremely valuable for baneful charms. She always made sure anything bearing blood was promptly destroyed by fire to protect the patient. “I may not be fluent in your language, but I know enough demon profanity to know it when I hear it. Do me a favor. Translation spells are a royal pain in the ass and hurt my head like Hades. But if that’s the way you want it, I’ll fire one up. Just be prepared for a mega-migraine, because I’ll make sure you get it instead of me. So why don’t you cut the shit and tell me how you can be in here and yet get outside without anyone knowing about it.” She wiped away the last of the blood and now saw nothing more than a faint pink mark that soon disappeared entirely, not even leaving a scar. That cloth likewise went up in flames.
    “Dr. Carter.”
    Lili looked over her shoulder to find her superior standing in the open doorway. Two gleeful-looking ogres stood behind him. The expression on the wizard’s face wasn’t good.
    I can see we won’t be friends. She didn’t glare at them because she didn’t want to give away her feelings too soon.
    “Good morning, Dr. Mortimer. It appears one of the patients suffered an accident. I was making sure he was all right.” She didn’t move away from the demon.
    Dr. Mortimer’s normally genial features were twisted in a frown. “You shouldn’t be in here alone with