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they? My needles might burn him. They’re made of surgical steel, but I have liquid sutures. I can close his wounds with those.”
    “You hesitate.” The threat darkened the woman’s voice. She was damned suspicious.
    Kayden tensed, ready to defend Brian if necessary. He’d brought the woman in an effort to help, but he wouldn’t allow her to harm an ally.
    Brian only nodded to the woman, possibly oblivious to the danger. “Liquid sutures create a barrier, could make things worse if his wounds are contaminated. This is a zombie attack. Can fae be infected by the zombie virus? I don’t see the tissue death I normally observe with these kinds of wounds.”
    She relaxed a fraction, giving the doctor space to work. “The fae cannot become zombies. Our magic can keep him free of contamination if you can close the wounds and stop the bleeding.”
    Kayden let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. The wee man had a chance. None of them had been certain until that moment. It was obvious in the fae woman’s posture, in the relief pouring off Brian.
    He stepped out of the room to give them privacy, staying near in case the fae woman had another swing in mood. He’d have been willing to bet his trousers the woman was unpredictable.
    Speaking of trousers...
    He reached under the front desk and pulled out the extra clothes kept in a bin for the shape-shifters. The pullover and sweatpants weren’t his preferred clothing, but he could head back to where he’d stashed his clothes later. They were up a tree high enough to be out of reach of any looters. “Normally it’s me bringing in the strays.”
    The gentle voice didn’t surprise him, though the tart bite to the words made him smile. He’d heard Maisie come in through the side entrance. “You spend a lot of time in the flats above this clinic, though you don’t live up there anymore.”
    Maisie brandished a paintbrush. “Not too many contractors left in the city. Of those that are, none are interested in renovating apartments flooded by zombies just a few weeks ago. Afraid the blighted things will come back.”
    A possibility. Which was why the clinic had a patrol of werewolves watching over it at every hour of the day and night. Especially since the alpha’s mate spent so much time on the premises.
    “From what I heard of that attack, you held your own. Now? You’d be able to rip any zombie limb from limb.” He gave her a hug, sweeping her up, crutches and all, then setting her carefully back on her feet with enough time for her to get her crutches set to support her.
    He’d been amazed to meet a werewolf with such a handicap. Her twisted leg was too far gone to hold her weight, but she needed titanium forearm crutches to withstand her superhuman strength. When he’d first met her, he’d been overcome with the urge to protect and shelter. Maisie’d wasted no time informing him she was well able to care for herself, thank you very much.
    Seth was a lucky man to have such a mate.
    “Hah. You’re only this cuddly when Seth isn’t here.”
    “I’d hug you even if he was here.” Kayden grinned down at her. Such a tiny package of moxie, she was. “But then we’d have a tussle and you’d smack us both for being male.”
    She huffed. “The man knows I’ve chosen him. No need to get on with the growling nonsense. ’Tis as if he thinks every male in the city is going to try to steal me away.”
    “You’re one of a kind.” Kayden reached out and tapped her nose with a finger, yanking his hand back as she took a swipe at it. “I’ve not heard of many women resorting to shooting a man to save his life.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Danny never will get tired of telling that story, will he?”
    “Not likely.”
    She wrinkled her nose. “Enough with old stories. What have you brought to our doorstep? I wanted to get a good look before Seth got here and got all protective on me.”
    What indeed?
    “New friends, I think.” Not enemies, at