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Havermouth, Present TimeTom was not good at disguising his anxiety. “Perhaps we should wait.”Sigrid arched an eyebrow. “Until we are in the midst of battle? Until there is an emergency? Until my life depends on this ability? Hmm, that seems wise my love. There is nothing like adrenaline and lack of practice to make using a new skill safe for all.”“You think you’re being sly,” he fought against the curl of his lips. “You think I don’t recognize sarcasm when it’s used against me.”“I would never presume,” she replied. “Especially as sarcasm is such a skill of yours.”“I have other skills,” his eyes heated. “That we could practice together.”“Hmm, and now you’re trying to distract me. I have watched Greg and Dan shift,” she gestured to where their two mates sat in wolf form watching their exchange. “I am certain that I can do this.”He stepped forward suddenly, catching her above her elbows and pulling her into him. His mouth ravaged hers, stealing her breath and setting her very marr
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Havermouth, Present Time“As I was saying just before your arrival,” Fatima said to Meguitte. “Harry has been…” She shook her head in admiration. “Devoted. They did not leave Jules’ body… Jules,” she amended. “I was sure that Jules was dead. We kept the supply of both human and vampire blood flowing to Harry, who insisted on feeding Jules despite there being no response. Harry also tended to Jules’ wound…”“Who fed Harry?” Leighton wondered and Meguitte glanced his way. He was watching attentively, his eyes sharp and his expression thoughtful. “You said both human and vampire blood.”“Well, it might have been werewolf blood. There is little difference in my opinion,” Fatima amended with a slight shrug. “We are supplied from the volunteers at the hospital as our normal supply chains have not been re-established. In addition, the ancient retirees in the safe houses have been coming to feed Harry and offer blood for both Harry and Jules’ wounds. I have also fed Harry,” she added, with a
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Havermouth, Present Time Harry stirred as the door opened immediately alert to the intrusion although they registered that it was Sigrid, Meguitte, and Fatima who entered the bedroom. They eased away from Jules carefully, rising to cross the room to where a dressing gown was draped over a chair. They pulled it on before turning to where their sisters and the vampiress waited, their eyes discretely averted. “You can come in,” Harry told them. “You know I am not modest.” “You don’t possess a modest bone in your body,” Sigrid agreed, keeping her voice low as she led the way into the room. Fatima collected the empty cups of blood, and left, pulling the door closed behind her. Sigrid paused by the foot of the bed, looking down at the still-sleeping Jules, but Meguitte crossed to Harry. “Let me see,” she reached up toward their face, and they leaned down so that she could examine their eye, her fingers gentle and soothingly cool against their skin. “Oh, Harry,” she said softly, and they
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