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leg.”
    “Get off me!” Tansy yelled. She struggled to sit up, but her eyes rolled back in her head as the effort exhausted her.
    Viola heard the swoosh of a sapling toppling to earth; then Titus appeared in the doorway. Arms folded, eyes narrowed, he stared at her the way he would a cockroach. “What the hell did you do to her?”
    He’d stripped off his shirt, and beneath all that anger and aggression, he had a body to die for. Sweat glistened on his muscles. When one drop ran down from his shoulder and over his left nipple, Viola wanted to follow it with her tongue. She decided he’d taste salty and fresh—like honey, vanilla, and sweet herbs brewed into a love potion. Not that she’d ever get the chance to find out.
    She bit back a sigh and dragged her gaze from his chest. “The arrow—”
    He growled, so angry his claws came out. “Elves’ blood, woman. Forget the blasted arrow and tend your patient’s wounds.”
    Viola’s cheeks burned. No wonder he thought her incompetent. She’d been so determined to clean Tansy’s leg she hadn’t worried about the murder thorn scratches. She grabbed her tincture of carpenter’s herb and meadowsweet, tipped some onto a fresh rag, and cleaned the dried blood from Tansy’s body.
    She moved with slow deliberation, all too aware Titus watched her. Only a fool would sit here and moon over some hired killer who plans to marry my half sister. Well…I never claimed to be wise.
    She breathed deeply and tried to clear the lust fogging her brain. A silver arrow could be a death sentence for some unsuspecting Lykae. She couldn’t tell Titus, not when he’d poled up to ally with the alpha. Suppose Zebadiah’s band of killers had hunted and shot Tansy? She must have been desperate to hide in a murder thorn.
    With the silver arrow in her leg, Tansy wouldn’t have been able to shift. That must have been why she’d threaded her way into the heart of a murder thorn. The spikes were needle-sharp and just short of a foot long. They stuck out from the branches like closely packed nails.
    She hoped Titus wasn’t the one who’d hunted Tansy and hurt her. But even when he snarled at her, Viola had never felt threatened—except for the risk of losing her heart.
    She laid a homespun sheet over her patient and piled a couple of hand-knitted blankets on top. Then she wondered how to dispose of the arrow. Silver burned Lykae flesh and bound them in whatever form they held while it touched their skin. She wanted nothing to do with it, but taking it to Zebadiah wouldn’t achieve anything. Hell, he’d probably shoot some poor innocent wolf with it to see if the legends were true.
    She shoved it beneath the blood-soaked rag. Since she didn’t want it tainting her food supply, she’d bury it in the woodlands well away from her garden after Titus left.
    Titus’s growl brought her crashing back to reality. “Daydreaming again, hedgewitch?”
    Her vocal cords felt as tight as guitar strings, and her voice came out with a high-pitched squeak. “She’ll be fine, so why don’t you head on to Prowlerville and join Zebadiah’s army? I’m sure they’ll be glad to see you.”

Chapter Three
    Titus hated that the healer’s eyes were so deep blue they reminded him of star-filled midnight skies or that her breasts were the perfect size to fit in his hand. He’d taken his perpetual bad temper out on her, but he could see she cared about her patient’s welfare.
    He thought he didn’t have any romance left in him, but he wanted to bring her flowers and coax her into a smile. Instead, he tried to convince himself she was as hard-hearted as she’d first appeared. Ever since Jilly, his true-mate, rejected him, he’d given up on the idea of love and romance. His relationship with her had always been one-sided, with him giving everything while she kept her distance.
    Viola’s rose-and-lavender essence pulled at him the way the moon did the ocean. Desire hardened his cock, and he pictured her