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Pierce hovered over Natasha like a bear guarding cubs, his hackles raised at anyone who dared come near. The only exceptions were me and Doctor Luther, and I had a sneaking suspicion Luther only got a pass because he'd threatened to turn Pierce into a throw rug for his cabin if he didn't step aside. I wasn't sure if Luther was joking, but knowing him, it probably wasn't an empty threat.
"Quit that growling, boy," Luther grumbled as he started to take off the bandages on Natasha's back. She'd been drifting in and out of consciousness for days now, kept under by Luther's 'special' pain pills. I was dying to know what made them so special, but the look in Luther's eyes told me it was better not to ask.
Pierce's growls died down to a low rumble, but the fury in
