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the staff, the nurses and other vets, and he thought Henrik was a genius. Brody saw a future in advanced veterinary medicine opening up ahead of him and felt excited for the first time in a long while. Henrik was a brilliant teacher and Brody knew he was lucky to be working for him. All he needed to do now was banish Matt from his head, get his personal life in gear and he’d be happy. It was an elusive concept.
    Rita, one of the nurses, helped Henrik into his scrubs as Brody began to wash his hands and forearms.
    “Good day?” Henrik asked.
    “No. After I lost the Border collie hit by the tractor, I had to put down the Wilsons’ dog.”
    “Shit.”
    “Yeah.”
    “At least you didn’t have crying kids. I had to euthanize a hamster. I had three little girls look at me as if I was the worst person in the world because I wasn’t crying too. And the damn thing bit me. Next one that comes in for any reason whatsoever, you’re doing it. Did you hear that, Rita? Give it to Brody.”
    “They know better than to bite him,” the nurse said.
    Henrik laughed and Brody swallowed in discomfort. Cindy, another nurse, helped Brody into his operating gear. He hoped no one had noticed his reaction to Rita’s comment. He felt as if the bite mark on his chest was visible.
    “Right. Off we go,” Henrik said and Brody followed him into the next room. “By the way, the TV crew are coming in again to film series two.”
    Brody groaned. “They haven’t even seen figures for series one.” The first episode was due to be shown in a couple of days. “Too late to apply for leave?”
    Henrik chuckled, but Brody was serious. Had he known the practice was going to be part of a TV show, he wouldn’t have joined. It was too dangerous. His face on the TV? How could Matt not see him, not find him? Brody wasn’t that lucky.
     

Chapter Two
     
     
    Aden woke not remembering having fallen asleep, though he didremember the two—whatever they were—arguing about him. And the mention of wings . Fucking hell. He kept his eyes closed because he wasn’t sure he was ready to deal with whatever reality faced him. His back ached. His coat seemed to weigh a ton. There was what felt like a pillow under his cheek, and a mattress under his body. He didn’t have the feeling he’d been fucked—not that he was in the habit of letting himself be fucked—but something wasn’t right.
    He needed to open his eyes, but hesitated, trying to convince himself the world was the way it should be, even though this didn’t feel like his bed and there was that throb in his back. Still… Everything that had gone before had to have been a dream. Maybe the concert venue had collapsed and he was trapped under a pile of rubble. Yes! Finally an explanation that made sense.
    Except what he lay on was too comfortable to be rubble. He opened his eyes to find himself sprawled on an unfamiliar bed in a small room with walls of mist. It had a name. Ether… He tried to push to his feet and he let out a cry of discomfort. My back. What the hell was wrong with it? He made another effort to get up and this time succeeded, but stood bowed as though there was something heavy pressing on his upper spine. He reached over his shoulder but could feel nothing through his coat.
    “It will be easier without clothes, this first time.”
    Aden spun round at the sound of the voice and saw Raphael standing a few feet away.
    “You’re unusual.” Raphael stared at him.
    Dante stood beside Raphael, arms crossed, a smirk on his face. They wanted him without clothes? Aden could do that. This time his cock did perk up. Thank fuck for that. He shrugged off his coat, though not without difficulty, and unbuttoned his shirt, but as he reached for the snap on his jeans he wondered what he was doing and dragged his hand back. What’s wrong with me?
    “All are unconscious at this point.” Raphael had a worried look on his face.
    Dante made a purring sound. “He has the wrong end of the stick.