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way to her shoulder. Her legs
shook violently, and she had to lean against the counter for
support. She closed her eyes and took several deep, heaving
breaths. When she looked up, she found Logan staring wide-eyed at
her from across the bar.
    “ Doc?” Violet pleaded.
Kerri’s blood coated her arms and tears tinted her eyes. “Can you
help her?”
    Zelda pulled her hand out of the ice and
flexed it. Blisters had already begun to form along her forearm and
palm, but at least she could feel her fingers again. They hurt like
hell.
    “ Get her on the
table.”

Chapter Eight
     
     
    Logan’s throat refused to work. He tried to
swallow, but bile kept bubbling up to sting the roof of his mouth.
He wanted to scream.
    His anger felt unruly and misguided,
stemming from too many places at once. The Raymore Clan, for
obvious reasons. Zelda, for her damn secrets and oversized heart.
And most of all, himself, for being a clueless shmuck who had been
more interested in courting his mark than evaluating her.
    Selena’s going to kill
me , he thought with a grimace.
    Zelda stood at the bar sink, gently patting
a towel over her arm. Logan’s initial instinct to protect her had
shifted after the lightning incident. Now, he was afraid to touch
her. Even her merry tribe of rejects seemed to watch their boss
with wary eyes.
    Violet and Grant picked Kerri up off the
floor and dragged her through the kitchen doors, leaving Logan and
Zelda in the pub alone.
    Zelda blinked at him, her eyes filling with
guilt and sorrow. “I could really use your help,” she said, lifting
her damaged hand.
    Logan tried again, but he still couldn’t
find his voice. He broke eye contact with her and pushed through
the kitchen doors, letting his actions speak for themselves. As
much as he detested the rejects, he couldn’t watch one of them die.
He’d deal with Zelda later.
    Violet and Grant situated Kerri on the big
oak table. One leg hung limply off the edge, causing her jean skirt
to bunch up and expose her white panties. Violet repositioned her,
pushing her legs together and smoothing her skirt with bloody
hands, as if modesty mattered at this point.
    The towels at Kerri’s neck were soaked
through with blood. It puddled beneath her head, staining her blond
hair and dripping from the edge of the table. Grant dug through a
kitchen drawer and came back with a fresh stack of towels.
    Logan pushed his sleeves up and quickly
washed his hands at the sink. Then he found Zelda’s trauma bag in
the pantry. Violet watched him with wide eyes.
    “ Where’s Doc?” she asked,
curling up her bloody fingers and pressing them to her
chest.
    “ Here. I’m here,” Zelda
said, finally joining them.
    Her hand looked raw, and she tucked it in
close to her body. She approached the table slowly, as if in a
daze, and blinked down at Kerri’s motionless body.
    “ There’s a saline
irrigation kit above the stove.” She pointed her good hand at a
cabinet behind Logan.
    Logan set the trauma bag on the corner of
the table and fetched the irrigation kit.
    Zelda slumped down at the table, leaving the
chair closest to Kerri’s head free for Logan. Grant reached for the
bloody towels, but Zelda waved him off.
    “ Leave them,” she said.
“Press the new towels on top. We have to stop the bleeding first.”
She pointed to the coat closet by the back door. “Violet, there’s a
wedge pillow on the top shelf. We need to elevate her
head.”
    Violet nearly tripped over her own feet at
she hustled around the kitchen, following Zelda’s directions. Once
the wedge was placed under Kerri’s head, the blood began to
slow.
    Logan set the irrigation kit in the chair
Zelda clearly intended for him. He just couldn’t bring himself to
get that close to her yet. He could feel her eyes lingering on him,
and usually he would have welcomed the attention. Now it grated on
his nerves. If she was looking for acceptance or approval, she had
a long wait ahead of her.
    The room was painfully