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    After a long moment, she made a humming noise and moved to Irish. Joelle removed the girl’s light-weight canvas shoes and socks, tossing them to the floor. Charon’s first impulse was to pick them up. He hated a mess and was almost fanatical, if you listened to Grimm, about keeping his rooms totally clean and clutter free. Instead, he stood and watched Joelle as she wiped the blood off Irish’s face and neck. As she worked, she hummed softly, and Charon relaxed even more.
    “Could you rewet the wash cloth?” Joelle asked, thrusting it at him.
    Charon hurried into the bathroom and did what she asked. A ripping sound made him pause and quickly moved back to the bedroom. The bloody shirt Irish had been wearing was tossed on the floor, and she now lay naked from the waist up on his bed. Charon stared, unable to look away. She was utterly perfect with pale skin dusted with freckles and petite breasts. His mouth watered, and he longed to lap and suckle at her perfect nipples.
    “Hey,” Joelle said, poking him in the arm, “knock it off with the growling.” She took the wet cloth from his hand. “In fact, turn around. You shouldn’t even be looking at her.”
    Charon wanted to follow her request. Hell, he knew he should, but he couldn’t make himself turn around. The woman laid out before him, the draw of her, wouldn’t let him. The need in him to cover her and lick her skin and taste her blood again was overwhelming. Even when Joelle put his shirt on the other woman, he wanted to rub himself all over her, mark her with his scent.
    Joelle backed up into him, and that’s when he realized he’d moved. He loomed over the two women and could think of nothing but getting to Irish. Joelle turned and stared up at him. She tapped his arm until he finally looked down at her. Her lips moved, but he didn’t know what she was saying. He couldn’t hear her. Growling. There was growling. Was it him? He forced himself to take a deep breath, and the growling stopped. Shit, it was him. Again.
    “Hi,” Joelle said gently. “Yeah, see the whole growling thing isn’t working for me. No offense, but it’s just kind of pissing me off. So, you need to take about ten steps back and turn around. I don’t know what your relationship is to the woman, but until she wakes up, you aren’t going to do anything to her or with her or whatever. Understand?”
    “I would listen to her unless you want to die today.”
    Charon spun to find Talon in the doorway. The older Ancient quivered with suppressed rage, and where normally Charon backed down, this time he didn’t. The need in him to protect the woman on the bed forced him to bare his fangs, and he growled. Talon answered the challenge by showing his enormous fangs and growling back.
    “What the fuck?” Joelle said, obviously pissed. “Stop. Now.” She shoved past Charon and got between the two men. “You gotta be kidding me. The woman over there on the bed has lost a lot of blood and is still out, and you two idiots are going to do some kind of dick waving shit? Really?” She marched to the door and flung it open. “Get out, both of you.” When they both still stood eyeing one another, she screeched at them. “Get out! Get out now!”
    When they still didn’t move, she walked up to Talon and pinched his chest. “Talon, I swear if you don’t get out and take your idiot pal with you, I’ll find someplace else to sleep. Permanently.”
    He leaned down and captured her lips with his own in a fast, hard kiss. “No, you won’t.” He turned and left the room. “Come on, Charon. Leave the ladies alone.”
    Reluctantly, Charon forced his feet forward until the door closed behind him.
     
    Joelle turned back to the bed to find the woman awake and watching her. There was so much she wanted to say to her. If, as Joelle suspected, she was Charon’s Liaison, the woman had a hard time ahead of her. Joelle loved Talon, and she knew, in her heart and mind and soul, he loved her.