Memorial’s surgery floor. The hospital corridor was dark and deserted, with only faint sounds drifting from the nurse’s station down the hall. The wounded shape-shifter hadn’t been able to tell Lucy anything before he’d been wheeled into surgery and Dex had offered to wait at the hospital so Lucy could get some sleep. He wished he hadn’t. Being in the hospital reminded him of how helpless he’d felt just days earlier when Wraith had been admitted. They’d all thought she was dying, but she was fine, now, and driving O’Flare, the pretty-boy psychic human who’d stubbornly chased down a goddess in order to save the female he loved, absolutely insane. O’Flare had even left the Para-Ops team because he wanted to spend time with Wraith. Because he actually thought they were going to live happily ever after together. Poor SOB. He was trapped now, just like Knox. Tied to females that, despite the joy they might bring them now, would eventually leave them. Of course, O’Flare might not outlive Wraith, but as an immortal vampire, Knox would almost certainly outlive Felicia.
