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Thank you, Noah said. After walking away, he encountered the second man and altered his
memory as well.
The nurse at the desk looked up and smiled when Noah approached. May I help you?
Noah smiled. Yes, you may. He touched her hand. The young female officer who just went up to
surgery. He brushed his thumb across the nurse s brow. You will alter her medical records to
indicate less severe injuries and will allow me access to the staff who treated her.
Her eyes glazed over and she began to type. Of course. She tilted her head to indicate the double
doors behind her. The access code is zero-seven-two-nine.
Noah nodded and stepped behind the desk to complete his task. When he was done, he went in
search of Ian. He found him outside the operating room, dealing with several staff members trying
to refuse him entry.
One of the surgical scrub nurses, a brawny male, tried to stop him but Noah took the man s face
between his hands. Stop, he commanded. No one will be harmed. You will let us pass and
remember nothing. The policewoman s injuries are not as serious as originally believed.
The man visibly relaxed, his eyes glazing over. Not so serious. You can go inside.
They didn t bother to scrub up or don protective covering, but merely walked into the operating
room and, after placing everyone in a thrall, hurried to Allie s side.
She looks so pale, Ian said to Noah. Tears welled in his eyes.
We have to hurry or she won t survive.
Ian nodded and yanked away the wires and lines attached to Allie so he could begin her conversion.
Noah switched off the machines and his brother took Allie s wrist in his hand and brought it to his
mouth. Razor sharp fangs pierced her wrist, and Ian drank deeply while Noah removed the
intubation from Allie s throat.
At the moment before death, Ian closed the wound in her wrist and opened one in his own, allowing
blood to drip into Allie s mouth. Her eyes flew open, and with a feral growl, she lunged for Ian s
wrist. Newly developed fangs sank into his wrist, and he groaned while she fed from him, taking
frantic gulps of his life saving blood.
Ian uttered a strangled sob. Oh, God, she s pregnant! Do you hear the heartbeat? The child is weak,
Noah, so weak.
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Noah watched while his brother struggled to control his emotions, allowing Allie to take too much
from him.
Enough, Ian! he commanded. She ll drain you. Let me feed her. He placed a calming hand on
Allie s forehead and she released his brother. Welcome back, Allie, he crooned, then opened his
own wrist. You need more. Feed, little one.
Once Allie had fed enough to be stable, her body began to heal of its own accord. Noah and Ian
called upon the various staff to take Allie to a room. She would continue to heal and would be very
weak for the next few days. Because their mutated blood now ran through her veins, she would
retain the ability to walk in the daylight. Ian would need to stay by her side, allowing her to feed
when needed, but she would make a miraculous recovery and never again be vulnerable to the perils
of her job. Only fire and beheading could kill Allie St. Claire now. Noah fervently hoped the young
woman would forgive them for what they d done.
Noah gently stroked her hair. Sleep, Allie. Rest and be strong. He looked at his brother and shook
his head. I only hope this wasn t a huge mistake, Ian. The consequences could be catastrophic.
Olivia s waiting.
Noah made his way back to Olivia, dark thoughts filling his mind. If Allie couldn t come to terms
with what she had become, unimaginable terror would stalk the streets of New Orleans. The child
should make a difference in her reaction. That was his hope, anyway. Regardless of Ian s protests,
both men knew the savagery a rogue vampire could inflict on the innocent public. Only time would
tell how Allie would react.
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Chapter Twelve
Olivia sat up with a start, worry filling her eyes when a young, female intern entered the surgical
waiting room. Somehow, she d fallen asleep.
The young doctor smiled. Sorry to disturb you, but I thought you d like to know. The surgery went
very well. The injuries weren t as bad as we suspected, and Ms. St. Claire is on the way to a private
room.
Olivia uttered sigh of relief. Thank God. Noah and Ian had been successful. She smiled at the
intern. Thank you for telling me.
Always happy to deliver good news. The woman glanced around when Noah and Ian entered.
You can go up in about half an hour, once they have her comfortably settled. She smiled shyly at
the two men. Well, back to work. Good luck.
When the door closed behind the doctor, Olivia leapt at Noah and Ian. You did it! She s all right!
She hugged them both. Take me to her.
Noah shook his head. You need to clean up first. You re covered in blood. Dr. Littman gave his
permission for you to use a shower in the on-call room. He left some clean scrubs for you.
She looked down at her blood soaked clothes and nodded. Good idea. Lead the way.
The on-call room was dark and empty. A fresh set of scrubs and towels sat on the bottom bunk.
Noah went into the bathroom and started the shower, adjusting the water to temperature.
Come, love, he said, holding out his hand for Olivia. You ll feel better once you ve bathed.
Olivia took his hand nodding listlessly. The last few hours had left her feeling numb with horror and
disbelief. The thugs with the UZI had screeched to a halt near her car. What if they d meant to
attack her? Had she been responsible for Allie s injuries, for the necessity of her conversion to save
her life? Suppose this whole nightmare had been her fault?
A sob escaped her and she fumbled with her clothes.
Shhh, Noah soothed, pulling the bloody clothes from her body. His arms went around her,
holding her tightly for a few moments. She s all right.
But what if those bullets were meant for me?
He released her and began to undress. Even if they were, it s not your fault, Olivia. You are not
responsible for the behavior of others.
But . . . When his hand cupped her cheek her cheek, she noticed the twin puncture marks on he
wrist. She frowned, noticing the telltale transparency of his skin. You fed her.
Yes. She would have drained Ian otherwise.
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You need to feed, she said, pulling him into the shower with her.
Yes, but I can wait until later, call a volunteer.
No. She pushed her hair aside and leaned against him. It should be me.
Olivia, he said gently, turning her toward the water. Let me take care of you.
She closed her eyes and let the hot water ran over her head, rinsing away the blood. Then his hands
were in her hair, his strong fingers massaging her scalp, washing away the evidence of the day s
violence.
Just relax, he whispered. He smoothed a citrusy-scented bath gel over her shoulders, his soothing
fingers pressing against tight muscles.
She sighed and leaned back against his broad chest while he washed her. His cock twitched against
her bottom and she knew, despite his protests, he needed her as much as she did him. Only Noah
could make her forget, for a little while, the horror of seeing her friend shot down in the street. He [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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