Vegetarian Mate [Pack Law 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF Page A

flamed red hot, and she knew it had probably changed color as well. She turned to look back at Blayk when he began to speak.
    “Talia, honey, can you come and give me a hand?” Blayk hadn’t looked away from her arm.
    Talia? Talia’s not here . As Rochelle was beginning to wonder how hard she’d banged her head last night, she heard the door open. Talia appeared at her side a moment later, saying, “Sure. What do you want me to do?”
    How the hell did he know Talia was out there? Well, she did have a concussion. Maybe Blayk’s ears were working better than hers.
    He said, “See those large tweezers on the tray?”
    “Yes.”
    “I want you to use them and pull the glass from her wound. That way I can have her artery clamped off faster,” Blayk calmly explained. “Ready, honey?”
    Rochelle wasn’t sure if Blayk was asking her or his wife but gave a nod just in case.
    “Now!”
    Talia tugged the glass from her arm, and she yelped, but not with pain. She looked down and saw red covering her arm from elbow to inner wrist. Rochelle knew she shouldn’t have looked but couldn’t seem to help herself. Nausea roiled in her stomach when she saw flesh in the opening of her cut skin. She felt her eyes roll, and weakness permeated her body. She could hear the three Friess brothers talking to her, but nothing they said seemed to be intelligible.
    Her head slumped against the table, and even though she could feel slight tugging where Blayk worked, she still felt no pain. Nonetheless, she felt as if she were drifting in and out of consciousness, and she had no idea how long it took for him to patch her up.
    “Okay, I’m done. She only had a slight nick to the radial artery. I had to put in thirty stitches, so she’s going to be sore and sorry for a while. Keep her arm dry, and if the pain gets to be too much, call me. And look out for any seepage.”
    Even though Rochelle heard everything Blayk said, it felt like she was hearing him from a long way off. Gentle, warm arms picked her up, and she tried to open her heavy eyelids to see who was carrying her but couldn’t manage to. Just as the previous night, the slow rocking of being carried was enough to send her to sleep.

Chapter Four
     
    Malcolm stared at his computer screen without seeing it. He wondered if there was any point in coming in to work today when his thoughts were still stuck back at the den.
    It had been almost impossible to walk away from Rochelle, curled up and sleeping peacefully in their bed. Braxton was staying with her, and Malcolm knew his brother would make sure Rochelle was safe, but he still wished that he could be there, too.
    Mate to two deputies and a sheriff, and we can’t keep her from getting hurt . How could they, when Rochelle needed to be kept safe from herself? It was baffling.
    A sigh rose up from the desk behind him. “How did she even live to be twenty-four?” Jarrod said.
    Malcolm suppressed a grin as he spun his desk chair around. “Funny, I was just thinking the same thing.”
    His brother stood beside his desk, a sheaf of paperwork in hand. He was wearing a glazed expression that probably looked a lot like the one Malcolm was wearing today. “She’s a hazard to herself.” He dropped the papers on the desk and picked up the top sheet. He frowned at it, murmuring, “Tomorrow one of us will get to stay with her…Did you see this?”
    “See what?”
    Jarrod handed the page across. It was part of a report on yesterday’s traffic accident out on one of the county roads. It had been something of a mystery. One vehicle, broad daylight, good visibility. The driver had been taken to the hospital, too battered for Malcolm or the others to get an account of the accident from him. He must have come around, though, because Malcolm found himself holding the man’s statement.
    The words jumped up in front of Malcolm’s eyes. Wolf darted into the road, forcing driver to swerve…
    “A wolf?” Malcolm looked up at his brother and