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came back with a syringe.
    "How long have I been out?" Jay asked as Marshall prepared the injection.
    "A couple of days. You called me in the wee hours on Saturday morning. Today's Monday. I called the hospital. Told them you had an emergency and they'd need to have someone cover for you."
    "Thanks," Jay whispered. Instant relief coursed through him as the needle sank into his vein. He floated on a sea of pleasure.
    "You feel like talking? Like telling me what the hell happened to you?"
    What had happened? Jay didn't know. But even as he figured it out, he knew he couldn't say. He remembered the agony of the flames, the terror rendering him immobile, fleeing the cabin, dropping to the ground to put the flames out. Then, the rustle through the woods. Someone was coming. He'd jumped into his car and fled, then… That was it. Next thing he knew, he was calling Marshall.
    His hand went to his face as for one terrified moment he remembered the beard. It was gone. Yes. He'd removed it while he waited. Even in his pain-racked nightmare, he'd thought of that.
    "It's… uh… a little embarrassing." His voice sounded thick, slurred. As if his mouth was filled with oatmeal. "I was with a… friend. She likes it a little rough. Know what I mean?"
    Marshall nodded, and Jay saw the jealousy in his eyes. Maybe he should have told him he'd been with a guy. Marshall still might be jealous, but at least he'd think they both swung from the same side of the plate. Jay needed him right now. Needed his medical expertise and his discretion. But it was too late to change the story now.
    "We were playing around. She tied me to the bed. There was a candle. The bedsheets… I don't know. It all happened so fast."
    "You were alone when I found you. You called me. She didn't even bother to help you, call nine-one-one? Why were you in your car?"
    So many questions. Damn. He couldn't think straight. "It's all a blur. She freaked. I freaked. I guess I took off. She was probably scared she'd get into trouble."
    Marshall crossed his arms and shook his head. "And well she should. She nearly killed you. Those burns…"
    Jay saw a delicate shudder move over the other man, who was clearly repulsed. And who could blame him? No telling what the damage looked like. If nothing else, this should cool his ardor. The guy probably wouldn't be so enamored of him now.
    Jay slowly nodded. "I know."
    "You really should go to the hospital. I've done all I can, but it's bad."
    "Surely you understand why I can't do that? My reputation, my career…"My freedom, my life … but he couldn't say that out loud. "I can't."
    Marshall shrugged. "I'll do the best I can, but you're in bad shape. Your penis was…" He looked at the ceiling, took a deep breath. "You won't have the same function you had before. Urination will be about all you can manage, and that will be difficult. You need treatment."
    Jay choked through the ball of fear in his chest. "I'll be okay."
    Marshall stood looking down at him for a few moments, then mercifully left him alone with his morphine-filled body and thoughts of the woman.
    Ravyn Skyler. What in blazing fuck did you do to me? And how did you do it?
    That was just it, though. She couldn't have done it. No possible way. So, what had happened? Had he simply stumbled into the fireplace? Lost his balance and fallen?
    Yeah, right. Happens all the time. Not.
    Besides. He remembered. Those eyes. Jesus Christ, those eyes! A whimper tore from his throat. Terror raced through his body, leaving tremors in its wake. Sweat beaded on his flesh. She was a demon. A demon sent from hell by his mother.
    But that couldn't be. He had found her . She hadn't come after him. So, what was she? The question burned like the flames that had nearly devoured him.
    It was a question he would get an answer to as soon as he recovered. He would ask the bitch face-to-face.
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Chapter Five

     
    Ravyn clenched the phone against her ear and closed her eyes as Sheriff Whitehall fired