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understood her concerns. Humans were much more susceptible to diseases than shifters were.
    The process of bloodletting took less time than I would have liked. As soon as Jane was finished, she tucked the tubes of thick, dark red liquid into a holder on the counter and spent a few minutes labeling each one. So precise in her movements, her attention to detail intrigued me. As I sat there waiting for her to finish, I took a good look around the exam room. The entire place was clean and organized, not a single thing out of place. Orderly…like Jane.
    When she was done and the tubes were standing in a rack in perfect lines, Jane crossed her arms over her chest and leaned a hip against the cabinet. “You can go now.”
    The dismissal hurt more than it should have, but I faked my way through it. “I was hoping for another kiss to make my boo-boo feel better, Doc.”
    Jane’s smile fell, her eyes dropping from mine. “That can’t happen.”
    I was on my feet and in front of her in a blink. Not touching. Assuming the consent I’d received earlier had expired. “Why not?”
    “We just…can’t.”
    My dragon rumbled within me, making my voice drop deeper. “I’m not really one to follow rules, Doc.”
    “No, you’re not. But I am. I have to.” With that, she spun and walked out of the room, leaving me in the cold. Literally.

Four
    Jane
    T he morning after the blood draw, I woke up shivering, thinking of Tidal alone in his room and wondering if he was as cold as I was. Though he might not be alone. Bringing women back to your room was against the rules for the fighters, but everyone knew Tidal didn’t follow all the rules. He didn’t have to. Success in the ring and the money he brought in kept the bosses happy and gave him a free pass.
    Most of the time.
    I’d dreamed of the dragon shifter all night, had woken up twice gasping as the desire from my naughty imagination had taken me over. But dreams and reality didn’t always mix. Still, after the second time, I’d needed to break out the toy I kept tucked away in my nightstand. It was small, a little finger vibe I’d snagged at a drug store, but it helped take the edge off so I could go back to sleep. Nothing like what I really wanted.
    Stupid, handsome, charming, protective dragon with the impressive…package.
    Frustrated with myself for many reasons, I threw the covers off and stumbled from my bed. Within fifteen minutes, I was showered, dressed, and on my way to the medical ward. I’d been up late helping patch up fighters who’d brawled in the training center, just as I’d expected from the heat raise. I wanted to stay in bed and sleep more, but there were fights tonight, which meant I’d be even busier. I needed to make sure all the supplies were organized and the rooms cleaned before the walking wounded started trickling in. The dead ones never cared if I had gauze handy or not.
    I was working in exam room three, triple-checking that each acetylene torch was functional and close at hand, when Mick sauntered through the door.
    “There you are.”
    His voice made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I wasn’t ready to deal with him, was still too distracted by thoughts of Tidal to face the man. But I had to. No one kept their back to Mick for long if they were smart.
    “Here I am.” With shaky hands, I placed the torch on the counter before turning his way, my fake smile firmly in place. “How can I help you, sir?”
    “How’s Tidal?”
    I shrugged even as my blood went cold. There had to be a reason why he was asking about Tidal. He never asked about a fighter unless he was worried they’d died. “Fine. Bloodwork shows nothing abnormal from what I can tell.”
    He hummed and nodded, closing the door behind him. “So, you think you understand dragon physiology?”
    I looked from him to the door and back, my instincts flaring bright. My answer was more cautious, my words specific. “I understand as much as I can considering I’ve only ever