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acting like a couple of old women ever since Leigh appeared. It was almost painful to watch.
    Leaving the two men to bring their burden at their own speed, Lucian strode down the hall to the door of their two bedroom suite. He was seated on the side of his bed, kicking his shoes off, when he finally heard them enter.
    Pushing his shoes aside, Lucian stood and began to undo his shirt as he walked to the door. He arrived just in time to see them finish unzipping the suitcase. Before they could open it, Leigh had thrown it open and tumbled out. Both men immediately let the suitcase drop and rushed to her side. It only took one look for Lucian to see that she wasn’t conscious. She was pale, sweat was pouring off her, and she was now thrashing around on the ground, almost appearing to be in convulsions.
    Lucian watched Mortimer and Bricker move her to the couch, but when they began to flap over her like a couple of useless old women, he decided it was time to step in and take control.
    “One of you has to take the suitcase back, then head to the nearest hospital and get a portable IV set up and more blood.”
    “I’ll go.” Mortimer took the suitcase, zipped it up, then headed for the door. “How much blood?”
    “Lot’s of it. And another cooler, too,” Lucian added, then glanced at the screaming woman and added, “And some drugs to kill the pain and make her sleep.”
    “What do I do?” Bricker asked as Mortimer hurried out of the room.
    Lucian shrugged. “Watch her to be sure she doesn’t hurt herself.”
    “Shouldn’t I try to give her some blood, or something?” Bricker asked, concern on his face. It was obvious he was desperate to do something of use.
    “You can try, but she’ll probably just choke on it and vomit it back up at this stage.”
    “What?” Bricker asked with amazement. “Well, how the hell did people go through the turn before IVs and stuff?”
    Lucian grimaced. “They suffered through it until their teeth finished changing, then we carefully allowed them to feed.”
    “How long will it take for her teeth to change?” Bricker asked.
    Lucian shook his head wearily. “It’s different with each person, Bricker. It depends on size, age, how much blood she got, how fast her natural metabolism is... ”
    The man looked so forlorn that Lucian nearly walked over to pat his back reassuringly. Instead, he turned back into his room. “I’m going to take a nap. Wake me if anyone calls.”
    Lucian woke up reluctantly a short time later, scowling as his consciousness was assaulted by a cacophony of sound.
    Leigh was now obviously well into the throes of turning. She was shrieking long and hard and nonstop. The sound was desperate, grating, and nearly drowned out someone hammering at the door of the suite.
    Growling under his breath, Lucian turned on his side, punched his pillow and closed his eyes determinedly, but when a man’s shouting joined the screaming and banging, he cursed and rolled out of bed.
    Irritated to have what little sleep he was going to get disturbed, Lucian strode to the door to the living room and jerked it open, stepped out, then simply stood there gaping.
    Leigh was no longer on the couch where the men had first put her. She was now on the floor in the middle of the cleared room, thrashing, kicking, writhing, and rolling. But it was Bricker who had shocked Lucian. At first glance one could be forgiven for thinking he was mauling the girl. The large, dark vampire was lying sprawled sideways across her torso, one hand stretching up to try to hold both of hers, the other reaching down to try to keep hold of her ankles as he bounced, jerked, and jolted around on her undulating body.
    “What the hell are you doing?” Lucian finally asked, having to shout to be heard over Leigh’s screams.
    “Trying to keep her from hurting herself!” Bricker yelled back, grabbing at the hand that got loose and began to hammer anything in its way; the floor, the couch, Bricker