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going to heal faster than human, and I was smart enough to know someone would have more questions for her in the coming days.
    Dozer would’ve known it when he hit her, and would’ve made sure he could replicate the hit, just to a lesser extent. And yeah, once she pointed out he’d done it as a favor, so the people close to her wouldn’t have to, I regretted hitting him as hard as I had.
    I didn’t regret hitting him, though.
    My wolf wanted to fuck the hell out of her and reclaim her, but she was exhausted so I convinced the beast we’d have to make do with putting her in the shower and soaping her up to get as much of their smell off her as we could.
    I wanted to slowly and painfully kill the people who’d done this to her, but she’d taken care of it herself, so there was nothing for me to do but take care of her .
    She sent an email to her supervisor and then climbed in bed, and made sure all of our alarms were turned off, telling me, “I’m sleeping in. If you get a phone call pulling you away for club business, leave as quietly as you can, please.”
    “We’ll need to make a trip to your apartment tomorrow so you can get your other gun and pack a few day’s clothes.”
    “Yeah,” she agreed with a yawn, “and I’ll need to spend some time in the range with the other gun. Brain said he’d see to it my old one’s melted down in the morning — he didn’t want to have to explain why the welding torch was fired up tonight. If you’re up before me, can you make sure it gets done first thing?”
    I sighed. “Yeah. Brain says Marlin got all your shell casings off the ground and handed them and your other magazine over to him, and they got you another shirt… it sounds like ya’ll covered the bases, but I’m still worried for you.”
    “I’d feel better if I knew how they were getting rid of the bodies,” she said, snuggling into me.
    I kept waiting for her to lose it over having to kill five men the way she had. She’d killed someone in self-defense a few weeks ago and had dealt with it okay, but she’d said she and her dad had talked it out, plus I’d talked to her and knew she understood it’d been him or her, and she hadn’t been given a choice.
    She’d had a choice tonight, and chosen to end five lives.
    Killing someone, and then having to see the dead body with the life gone out of it — it affects even the hardest, roughest, baddest of the bad, the first few times. The way she snuggled into me as she talked about their bodies told me this either wasn’t the first time she’d made this kind of choice, or she was a sociopath.
    And I knew she wasn’t a sociopath.
    “When was your first kill, Princess?” I asked, keeping my voice soft.
    She tensed a few seconds, and then relaxed with a sigh. “Should’ve known you’d figure it out. I was twelve.”
    I rubbed her back. “Tell me.”
    “I was at the pool at Harrison Bay with some friends. We got our hands stamped to go to the bathroom, and then a few of us decided to walk down to the water, through the woods. I climbed a tree, made it higher than they wanted to go. When they were ready to go back to the pool I told them I’d be along in a little while. I stayed maybe another ten or so minutes, and when I climbed down, a man jumped me. I’d smelled him, knew he was around, but figured he was just someone from the campground enjoying the view like I was.”
    I let her have time to put her thoughts together. I smelled anger and grief, knew talking about him would get her talking about the men she’d just killed.
    “He jumped me, put his hand over my mouth and told me if I stayed quiet he wouldn’t hurt me. I could smell the lie, but I went limp to make him think I was cooperating, so he’d relax a little. But instead of rewarding me for cooperating, the fucking bastard put a knife to my throat, and I just kind of reacted . It’s like when a spider crawls on you, and you just slap at it out of fear, even though it can’t really