The fact that the two docs, whom he considered friends, had put some distance between themselves and their patient for their little chat, suggested they didn’t know what the fuck was going on with the bite mark. Which was just awesome considering a black stain had developed in the last two hours, what had been red and swollen when he’d checked it at the gym now looking downright corroded—
As his instincts pricked, John sat up straighter and looked toward the door. Then, right on cue, a dark spice emanated from his body, the rich scent a calling card that, for once, he was not interested in sporting.
Xhex plowed through the exam room door at a dead run, all but wiping out on the tile floor as she pulled up short, thanks to the snow that was on her boots. Those gunmetal-gray eyes went to his shoulder. Narrowed. Stayed there.
“What the hell happened?” she demanded.
She was still dressed for out in the cold, her cheeks windburned red, her hair even spikier than usual. The fact that she did not carry another male’s scent suggested that she and Murhder had left things at an embrace, but he wondered how long that would last.
“John?” she said. “Are you okay?”
He watched her as she approached the exam table, and when he didn’t respond, she waved her hand in front of his face like she was thinking he’d fallen into a vertical coma.
To distract himself, he looked toward the door that was slowly easing itself shut. Evidently Vishous had come to the training center with her, because the Brother was outside in the corridor talking to the doctors. Made sense. He was both a medic and the son of the great Virgin Scribe.
They would be asking about the Omega, John was quite sure.
“John?”
He lifted his hands, wincing as his shoulder let out a holler. I saw you two together. You and Murhder—and don’t you dare bitch at me for following you to those woods. The fact that you went into a clinch with the guy totally justifies my—
“There’s nothing going on between us—”
Don’t tell me there’s nothing happening. I saw the way you looked at each other. John shook his head. I’m such a goddamned fool. I wasn’t even worried when people talked about him coming up here. I figured I had nothing to be concerned about.
“It’s not like that.”
The door burst open and Vishous came steaming in like he was about to go to battle.
“Let’s see what you got, son,” the Brother said. “I have a way with these things.”
For the first time, John resented the “son” thing. He was a grown-ass male who had seen real action in the field. Not some pretrans getting bullied by his classmates.
But he told himself nothing would come from starting a fight with anybody.
Besides, he was abruptly distracted by Xhex stepping aside, crossing her arms and staring at the tiled floor. You didn’t need to be one of her kind to judge her mood; she was a black hole off to the left, the toxic load of her emotions such that she nearly dimmed the overhead light.
Good, John thought. Even though that made him a bastard. But he was abruptly done with being the nice guy. He was always following the rules, doing the right thing, watching out for others. And what did it get him?
“Don’t be alarmed.”
As V spoke up, he glanced at the Brother—and recoiled. Vishous was taking off the lead-lined black glove that always covered up his curse, his glowing palm revealed in all its deadly glory.
Goosebumps prickled in warning all down John’s arms and his guts churned. That thing was capable of incinerating whole buildings, part blowtorch, part atom bomb.
To hell with your finger-of-God shit. V had been born with the Big Fucking Bang.
And the guy was extending it toward John.
“I’m not going to touch you,” V said grimly. “I just want to have a conversation with that wound.”
Oh, great, John thought. Let’s pull up a couple of chairs and watch the layers of my skin melt off like that guy’s face in Raiders of the Lost Ark.
Doc Jane and Manny entered the exam room, but stayed back, the two white coats standing in identical arms-across-the-chest poses, literally pillars of medical knowledge and experience.
“Just breathe through it, John,” V said as he closed the distance between his hellfire curse and the bite mark.
John flinched. He couldn’t help it. And then warmth, like you’d feel when you were almost too close to