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he caught sight of Seth.
    Maisie tipped her head. “Not a stray. This one’s got a home to go back to once I patch him up. And I owe him.”
    At least she assumed he had a home to go to. He’d mentioned pack mates and all.
    The werewolf did appear a bit worn around the edges, but all things considered, still quite presentable if one didn’t require a shirt. His jeans had come through the fight in good condition, with only a few rips and generous splashes of black goo. His upper torso was remarkably free of zombie blood or other fluids. Perhaps it had gone away with the magic of the shape-shift.
    Then she realized her gaze had been fastened on Seth’s chest for far longer than necessary. She forced her attention back to Brian. “I could explain but I’d imagine whatever is going through your head right now is likely to be more interesting.” She didn’t wait for Brian to tell her though. “I won’t be using too many supplies. But it’s sort of my fault he’s been wounded and I’d like to do what I can to patch him up. Brian, meet Seth. Seth, Brian.”
    “How do you do?” Brian seemed more wary than genuinely concerned.
    Seth only nodded.
    Great. Not only were they both doing the manly thing, but one of them could honestly win in a literal pissing contest if he chose. The thought brought an image to her head and a giggle burst from her lips.
    “What’s so funny?” Brian’s wariness held a touch of exasperation.
    He’d known her since childhood. Likely he could guess where her line of thought had taken her, or at the very least, imagine what nonsense she could come up with so late at night.
    Aside from volume and distance, did a werewolf lift his leg to take a piss? Or just to mark territory? She really ought to learn more about werewolves.
    A fresh fit of giggles welled up along with a wave of light-headed euphoria. Whoop. How long ago had she had a snack?
    “Nothing’s funny, really.” She wasn’t about to explain with Seth sitting right there. Besides, his powers, whatever they might be, were healing the wound she needed to clean out.
    She busied herself with gathering her supplies. Placing them up on a small tray, she put them down next to Seth and put on her best bedside smile.
    Up close, he smelled of night air and a faint musk—a bit like good pipe smoke but not quite as strong. Pleasant, really, and she wondered why she hadn’t noticed it before when he’d been carrying her.
    “This is going to sting a bit.” How good was his control? He wasn’t one of her animals, ones who couldn’t know what she intended no matter how soothing she tried to be. They’d have snapped or tried to get away. She kept an eye on him as she started to clean the area around the bullet hole at both the entry and exit, paying extra attention to the way blood still seeped a bit from each. He grunted as she pressed the flesh around the exit point, trying to figure out if any fragments remained embedded. Shaking her head, she picked up a few more implements and a small curved bin and began flushing out the hole she’d put in the poor man.
    Brian wasn’t the heartless sort to simply stand there and watch. “Let me help, then. What happened?”
    A low, intimidating growl emanated from Seth, and Brian stopped short halfway across the room. The promise of violence suddenly filled the air. All the color drained out of her friend’s face and his eyes widened.
    Maisie froze.
    Under her hands, Seth hadn’t moved but every muscle tensed and energy tingled along her fingertips.
    Brian lifted his hands slowly in a show of no harm. “I was only coming to help her.”
    “You can stay right there.” Seth lifted his chin to indicate the doorway. “Keep an eye on her and assure yourself she is safe but don’t come any closer.”
    Brian wasn’t a stupid man. He backed away as told. Full points, really, for not leaving altogether, but then he had quite a lot of courage too.
    Still, the silence had become awkward and