Lea said, tears filling her hazel eyes as she smiled. “Eric said the poison is leaving his system. Slow, but he’s out of danger, for now.”“Thank you.” Claire wiped at the tears that slipped down Lea’s face, fought her own.“Let’s get you inside.” Lea guided her into the cabin, and didn’t even ask before continuing into the bedroom and settling her in a chair next to the bed. “Eric—you have another patient. Two, from the looks of Simon.”He crouched in front of Claire, concern darkening his blue eyes, and checked her pulse. “I hear you smoked a ghost.”“Annie does have a way with words.”“Does anything hurt?”She swallowed. “Everything, just in general. It’s nothing a long appointment with my bed won’t cure. Simon was injured.”“You stay here.” Standing, he leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Welcome back.”Claire took in a shaky breath, lifted her head. And met a pair of exhausted green eyes.“Marcus—”“Taking on the enemy alone again?” he whispered.“You know me.”
