Bite Me (London Undead) Read Online Free PDF

already porcelain-white skin. Her gait had started out fairly strong considering she’d gone through an obvious retreat before he’d arrived on the battle scene. Now, her twisted foot and limp were more pronounced, as if she could fall with any step.
    “You’ve carried me quite enough for one evening. I barely know you. What kind of lady do you think I am?” The humor in her voice came through clear, despite her fatigue.
    He grinned. Petite, with soft brown hair streaked in caramel, she reminded him of a bit of custard tart.
    “Well, then? I asked you a question.”
    With a hint of spice.
    His grin widened as he decided he’d answer her with honesty and not politeness. “I was comparing you to food in my head.”
    A pause.
    The woman stopped in her tracks. But she didn’t turn back to look at him this time. No scent of fear rose from her, even now. Instead she simply started walking again.
    After a moment, her stomach growled.
    “No talk of food until after we get you cleaned and patched up.”
    When he chuckled, he wasn’t surprised, even though he hadn’t laughed for anyone in years. He also made a mental note to allow her to complete her task so she wouldn’t get her knickers in a twist. Then he’d get a solid meal into her. But then, it could be fun to get her knickers twisted.
    A memory of the earlier fight came back to him. Her standing at the base of the statue, small hands steady as she fired her gun. Fierce little minx too. He liked that.
    * * *
    “Oy. Brian!” Maisie called out as soon as they entered the clinic. “You still here?”
    No answer. Ah well, no matter. She led her large companion across the waiting area and past the reception desk, heading down the hallway to the examination room.
    “Someone else is supposed to be here?” Seth followed her readily enough as she continued to pull him in the direction she wanted.
    Perhaps the lean werewolf was humoring her more than she’d realized...
    “What? Your superhuman senses haven’t already told you about every person who’s been here today and what we all ate for lunch?” She clucked to herself. “I’m sorry. I get a bit snippy when I’ve missed dinner.”
    He chuckled, a pleasant sound, loosening tension in her chest if not her twisting belly. “Not to worry.” He paused. “There is someone in the building, listening to classical music with headphones. Maybe opera. The music is set very loud.”
    Brian did enjoy La Boheme after a particularly trying day and he did use headphones to encase himself in sound after hours. “How did you know he’s wearing headphones?”
    “The music would be louder and clearer if he played it from a sound system open to the room.”
    Ah. Well, the man did have remarkable hearing. “I’m amazed you didn’t suffer when I fired my guns near you, then. My ears are still ringing.”
    “The shift healed my ear drums. Friendly fire happens fairly often around us.” Sometimes not so friendly. Seth shrugged when she turned to stare at him, alarmed. “Most times, we wear ear plugs if we know we’ll be working alongside anyone bearing firearms. But tonight was a surprise.”
    “For both of us.” Maisie dropped her gaze to the floor. As daft as that family was, she wished them safe—if they had a safe place to go to, that was. Especially with the chance Seth had given them.
    Good of him, and his pack, to make certain as well.
    She switched on the lights in the examination room and patted the metal bench against one wall. Seth sat without comment.
    “Your friend is coming.” His comment was delivered in a flat tone.
    Must’ve heard Brian walking down the hallway. Saved her the trouble of going down the hall to pull her friend’s headphones off his noggin.
    “Maisie, what are you doing back? I tried to ring your mobile after you left.” Brian called down the hallway as he approached. “Did you bring in another stray? I keep telling you we can’t care for them for free...”
    Brian stopped short as