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and she writhed on the hard bed to escape the pain.
    “It’s okay if you can’t answer now. Relax.”
    “M…my hand,” she panted. Warm tears dripped from her eyes and trailed to her ear where they pooled into the starchy pillowcase against her cheek.
    They unwound the bandage. “I think you need to take a look at this, Doctor,” the woman said.
    Silence descended.
    The woman’s voice was hushed. “The other one is over there, two beds away. The blood work isn’t back yet. They’re due at noon. But we’ll have to move her.”
    Papers ruffled.
    “Put a priority on that blood work stat. Give her extra morphine, 2 CC and make sure she’s comfortable. I want round the clock watch on them.”
    “Yes, Doctor.”
    Soft footsteps and then the door closed with a snick. Blessed silence. A swift tiredness grabbed Simone’s body, and she fell into the abyss of sleep, but not before the memory of the previous night returned, and she realised something was very wrong.
     
     

Chapter Four
     
     
     
    Juliun materialised inside Ravenkeep’s clinic, the large healthcare facility which catered to immortals, especially vampires inside the castle’s grounds. The blackness of Lars materialised, and he groaned, but Juliun caught him before he hit the ground. Blood seeped from Lars’ neck, but Juliun carefully set him on the nearest bed. No amount of feeding stemmed the loss; the puncture wounds were too deep. A pity they hadn’t returned to Ravenkeep sooner, but they had to try for more fresh blood to replenish Lars’ strength.
    The swinging doors pushed inward, and Alec, Ravenkeep’s resident doctor, stepped into the room. He raked a n absent hand through his blond hair and stalked toward Juliun.
    “Bloody hell, your nose is broken.” He turned to Lars. “He didn’t try to—”
    “My bride attacked him.” Juliun taped a bandage around Lars’ neck, then looked up and met the doctor’s curious gaze. “I have found her.”
    The metal clipboard slid from Alec’s hands and clattered on the floor. He stumbled, and his mouth dropped open. “Your bride? Is she here at the castle?”
    Juliun shook his head. “Hospital.” He’d tracked the police to where they had taken her, but the knowledge did not make him feel easy. Their vampire cover must be kept at all times, yet at what cost? She’d punched him in the mouth, and he’d been so aroused, so on fire at finding her after centuries of searching, that his fangs had been fully extended. He couldn’t believe it. He didn’t even blur the edges of his body as she attacked him. “You must go to her.”
    “At the hospital?” Alec asked slowly, his gaze roamed from Juliun’s face, to Lars, and then back again. “What happened exactly?”
    “She fought like a fucking wildcat,” Lars murmured down at the mattress. “Lucky she didn’t aim that spike for my heart. Well, maybe unlucky. I’m still hungry.”
    “She fought you?” Alec framed the words carefully. “I didn’t think that possible. Here, let me assist with your injuries, Sire.”
    “Help Lars. I heal faster.” Juliun glanced at the doctor, and the room skewered as though he were on a movie set while everyone else acted around him. “I will be back soon.”
    The mist consumed him.
    He appeared in Ravenkeep’s study, and then floated to the desk where his grandfather wrote in a thick leather-bound diary.
    The aged, wizened vampire looked up from his daily task. “Yes, Juliun, you need me?”
    “I found Lars starving to death beneath St. Augustine Chapel and took him into town to feed from the tourists. We found two women walking alone in the streets and decided they suited our purposes. Lars could not control himself, although he had fed three times beforehand. You are aware of his history, his capture.”
    Grandfather se t down his pen. “Yes. You were supervising?
    “Procuring, you could say.”
    “What happened?”
    “One of the women resisted my glamour and fought back with a