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face.
    Zander Cole, one of the wolf shifters, was the team’s Healer, and a highly valuable one at that. He was capable of healing
    extensive, life-threatening injuries—though at great personal cost to himself.
    “But they don’t hurt anymore,” she enthused, wiggling her fingers. “Thank you.”
    He shrugged. “Let’s see what we can do about the cut on your shoulder. Turn around for me.” She did, and he sucked in a
    breath. “This is a bit uglier than your hands. I need for you to take off your shirt. Is that okay?”
    She nodded. He might be the new guy on the team, but she trusted him with her life. Hell, he’d already saved her butt, so
    what did she have to lose? She grabbed the hem of her red tank top, but when she tried to lift her arms, her left shoulder screamed in protest.
    “Ow!”
    “Easy, honey,” he said, his palm rubbing her back in a comforting gesture. “Let me do it.”
    Working carefully, he lifted the shirt and eased it over her right arm first, and then over her head. From there, it was simple
    enough to slide it off her left arm, where he let the material drop to the tiled floor.
    “That shirt’s a loss. So is the bra. The clasp is dangling by a thread back here, and the whole thing’s in my way.”
    Face flushing, she shrugged her good shoulder. “Then take it off.”
    Doctors didn’t embarrass easily when it came to other people baring skin in order to be examined or treated. It was quite
    another matter to be on the receiving end. She flinched as he flicked the clasp and the pressure of the elastic vanished. The scrap joined her top on the floor and she automatically covered her breasts.
    She didn’t consider herself overly modest, but right now someone could’ve fried an egg on her forehead. She stared at the
    wall, glad he was behind her where he couldn’t see how flustered she was to be standing there topless in the same room with
    the man she’d lusted after for weeks.
    As before, he cleaned the wound as gently as possible. It hurt, though, much worse than the scrapes on her hands. At one
    point she gave up trying to keep herself covered and gripped the edge of the sink, tears of pain pricking her eyes.
    “I’m sorry, sweet thing. Just a bit more, okay?”
    Five more agonizing minutes, and he was finished. Tossing the cloth on the back of the sink, he ordered her to remain still
    for another few seconds. A soft stream of Latin left his lips and the slash on her back began to tingle. The sensation lasted briefly and was gone.
    “There. It’s not perfect. Zan could’ve made it vanish altogether, but it’s better than having it bleed all over.”
    Turning around, she examined her left shoulder in the mirror. The creature’s claw had raked an ugly furrow about a half-inch
    wide from the top of her shoulder, over the shoulder blade, and a few inches below. A few more and it might’ve damaged the
    nerves in her spine, possibly severed them.
    As it was, Kalen had closed the cut enough to form a scab that made it appear the wound had been healing for a week or so.
    “I’m impressed. And it feels a ton better, thank you.”
    “You’re welcome.”
    “How’s your arm?” she asked.
    “It’s not as bad as I thought. I’ll clean the cut later.” His gaze dropped to her chest and his eyes widened, body going tense.
    Lust etched itself on his face for a fleeting moment, and then he gave her a sheepish smile. “Christ, where are my manners?”
    Exhaling a deep breath, she watched him exit the bathroom. In the bedroom, he removed his duster and laid it over the back
    of an old chair, and then pull off his black T-shirt. Walking back to her, he held it out. “Wear this. It’s clean, except for a little
    bit of blood where his claw tore my sleeve.”
    She took the shirt, but damned if she could take her eyes off his toned chest, sprinkled with just the right amount of curly black hair and the silver pentagram pendant resting over his heart. Washboard abs, too. He’d