It was a relief to find werewolves, vampires, shape shifters and one lone wizard getting along agreeably when I left the bathroom. At least they weren"t trying to kill one another. Nick and Conal"s men had spread themselves out amongst the beds, caring for our patients and I saw Nonny and Jerome leaning over Acenith, carefully cleaning the ragged stumps where her fingers had been hacked off. My stomach churned and I looked away. “Shower"s free,” I called out, stepping down from the altar.
“Yes!” Marco shouted gleefully. He snatched up a pile of clothes from the end of one of the beds but Nick stopped him with a pointed glare. “I can wait,” he muttered, looking a little disenchanted. “Conal, you can go first.”
YesI knew it was some sort of pack hierarchy at work but I grinned at Marco. “T
