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he‟d go straight to hell?

    He strode through some double doors and into a hallway lined with glass on one side.
    Through the glass, he could see the garden and basketball court, illuminated by bright outdoor lights. The children, Constantine and Sofia, were bouncing basketballs while their mother, Shanna, sat on a nearby bench, chatting with her sister.

    Down the hallway, Roman emerged from his office. His eyes widened at the sight of the injured woman. “She barely has a heartbeat. What happened?”

    “She was attacked. Nasty wounds on her back.”

    Roman glanced out the window at his wife and children. “We‟ll get Laszlo to help.” He banged on the office door next to his and called out to the short chemist.

    “Yes, sir?” Laszlo peered out, then gasped. “Oh dear.” He rushed along beside them as they headed through a waiting room into the dark clinic.

    The strong smell of antiseptic cleansers assaulted Connor‟s nostrils. He laid the woman gently on her side on a sheet-covered gurney, then made sure his tartan covered up the essential areas while leaving the wounds on her back exposed.

    “So what‟s the story?” Roman asked as he hit the light switch.

    Connor winced at the sight of the woman‟s injuries so clearly illuminated. “I discovered her being attacked a few miles south of the campground at Mount Rushmore.”

    “You witnessed the attack?” Roman asked as he and Laszlo washed their hands in a large stainless steel sink.

    “I heard it. There was an angry man named Zack, a Malcontent, I believe, and he was yelling at her for no‟ killing all the humans. She was—”

    “Is she a Malcontent, too?” Roman interrupted, drying his hands.

    “Perhaps. She was clearly rebelling, and then the man attacked her.”

    “Does she have fangs?” Laszlo asked as he snapped on some synthetic gloves.

    Connor felt a momentary cringe of embarrassment. Such a simple thing, but he‟d forgotten to check her teeth. Although he‟d certainly looked over the rest of her. Thoroughly. But only to determine her injuries. A man would have to be dead not to notice a beautifully shaped female with a lovely face and dewy soft, lustrous skin. And he wasn‟t dead. At least, some of the time.

    He leaned over her and whispered, “Doona fash. I willna harm you.” He pressed a fingertip against the woman‟s upper lip and gently prodded it up. Dainty white teeth. No fangs.

    She must be human.

    But what about Zack? He‟d referred to people as “humans,” and he‟d said something about the master ordering their deaths. He definitely sounded like a Malcontent. Had he attempted to use vampire mind control on this woman to force her to kill? But what vampire could cause the flashes of light and the blast of air that had thrown Connor forty feet through the air? What had burned the trees and scorched the earth? How had Marielle survived such an attack?

    He straightened slowly. Roman was watching him curiously while Laszlo readied a tray of surgical instruments.

    “Well?” Roman tugged on his gloves. “Is she a vampire?”

    “Nay.” Connor took a deep breath. “I doona know what to make of her.”

    “How dramatic.” Laszlo gave him an amused look as he set a stack of towels on a table close to the gurney. “She‟s definitely female. She doesn‟t have the scent of a shifter, so I think we can safely assume she‟s human.”

    “Ye doona think her blood smells a wee bit odd?” Connor asked. “ ‟Tis verra rich.”

    Laszlo tilted his head, sniffing. “True. I can‟t quite detect her blood type, and I usually can.”

    “Enough talk.” Roman marched up to the gurney. “Let‟s take a look at her before she bleeds to death.” He whisked the bloody tartan away and tossed it on the floor.

    “Nay!” Connor quickly pushed her onto her stomach and shot Roman an annoyed look.
    “I‟ve already checked her for injuries.” With vampire speed, he nabbed a towel off the nearby table, flipped it