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do for her to feel the firestorm of lust roaring through his blood.
    Maka be blessed, the fragrance of her was driving him insane. She smelled of fresh summer air and pines. He closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of her hair. Sage, he realized.
    â€œYou want to step out or take another ride?” she asked, glancing up at him.
    The elevator doors stood parted and, beyond, a familiar gilded table held ornate artificial flowers before a large mirror. His floor, he realized. He jerked forward. The closing doors bumped his back and her leg, simultaneously, causing her to inhale through her teeth.
    â€œSorry,” he muttered, and hurried down the hall, lowering her to his side as he fished for his keys. Blood dripped from her pant leg onto the carpet. “How long until your HMO shows up?”
    â€œHard to say. A few hours—a few days.”
    â€œDays?”
    â€œIf they sense no emergency they won’t be racing here.”
    â€œBut you’re still bleeding.”
    â€œTrue. Hours then.”
    â€œWho’s coming?”
    â€œI’m not sure. A wolf or a buffalo, I imagine. The grizzly is much too far north and he has…” She didn’t finish.
    He stilled, key in hand, as he wondered if she was teasing and then decided she wasn’t. Cesar released the lock and punched in his security code, deactivating the alarm system. Then he lifted Bess again and carried her to the guest bathroom, setting her on the marble lip of the large whirlpool tub.
    â€œYou must have been saving your pennies all these decades.”
    â€œYou’d have to be a total nitwit not to have millions when you’ve been around as long as I have.”
    She smiled. “True. It’s a pain moving my assets around all the time, though. I’ve inherited my own money three times already.”
    He nodded and they shared a mutual smile of understanding. His faded when he saw the blood dripping down the porcelain of his tub and pooling on the marble tile floor.
    â€œWe better get you out of those clothes.”
    â€œThey’re not clothes.” She brushed a hand over her blouse and her stylish ensemble morphed into an inkycloak of glossy feathers that came to midthigh, exposing her wound and the bandage that now gaped around her leg. “It’s just a trick, turning our coats into clothing or jewelry. This is the form I take directly from the raven.”
    He stroked the shimmering feather cape and she allowed it. Astonishment rippled through him, causing a pleasant heat in his stomach. When was the last time he had been surprised by anything?
    Cesar fingered the edge of the cloak. “And you need this to change back.”
    Her eyes narrowed at him, glaring as if he’d just held a gun to her head.
    â€œI wouldn’t try it.”
    Bess didn’t like having him know her weaknesses. He understood that and nodded his comprehension. Then he withdrew his hand and stepped away. “Let’s see about that wound.”
    Cesar knelt beside her on the plush rug and peered beneath as she studied the gash that ran from high on her hip to midthigh. The wound tore through the skin but did not look to have gored the muscle.
    â€œIt’s not very deep.”
    â€œLooks like a map of the Mississippi,” said Bess, pinching and poking at her skin.
    Seeing her torn flesh made his stomach flip, which was funny, since he’d seen so much worse than this over the years. How much blood had she lost?
    She met his gaze. “Disinfectant?”
    â€œI have rubbing alcohol.”
    â€œAre you crazy? Why not just pour whiskey over it?”
    â€œIf you’d prefer, but rubbing alcohol is cheaper.”
    â€œJust turn on the water. I’ll wash it.”
    He twisted the taps and adjusted the temperature.
    â€œDo you believe now that they’re dangerous? Or doesn’t this qualify in your code book?” She indicated her injury with a graceful sweep of her