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hurt, knowing the man I loved more than my next breath had died? That I’d never touch him again—”
    “I’m here,” he interrupted, pleading.
    She shook her head. “You’re dead. We can’t go back.”
    Possessiveness speared deep into his core. “You’re still mine. You haven’t been with another man. I can tell—”
    “Yet,” she snapped. Turning on her heel, she marched for the door.
    “You’re my wife,” he yelled.
    Maks chose that moment to return. This isn’t going well, Wolf. We’ll get you ‘undead’. Niko can do it in a snap. She’ll still belong to you.
    She does anyway . Lucan clenched his teeth, and a proprietary howl clawed at his chest. Meda was his!
    “Meda,” Maks said, redirecting her attention. Lucan wanted to growl at the man’s smile. His scion would never try to steal her, but at the moment, Lucan felt like a rabid dog. With a massive strength of will, he forced back his hackles and tried to relax as Maks guided Meda back to the bed. “Let’s get you lying down, and I’ll get your arm fixed up. Were you hit anywhere else?”
    “No,” she answered.
    My woman. My woman. Mine, Lucan’s head screamed, as he shoved his hands into his pockets to keep himself back.
    Yeah, I know, Maks retorted drily . Dial it down, would ya? You’re gonna give me a headache.
    After Maks had her reclining, he turned. “Lucan, I need you in the kitchen.”
    Meda shot upright, panic in her face. Despite her anger, she grabbed Lucan’s arm. “Don’t you leave me, Lucan. Don’t you…” She trailed off, the lost look on her face skewering him. “You’d better not leave me,” she whispered.
    “It will just be a moment,” Maks soothed, easing her back against the pillows once more. “I don’t know my way around his kitchen, and I need him to help me with this, uh, medicine. You need to stay in bed and rest. He’ll be right back.”
    Her teeth sank into her lip and she nodded. Her arms defensively crossed over her chest.
    Lucan turned to his scion. “Maybe I should stay.”
    “For God’s sake, Lucan,” Maks breathed. He shoved him toward the door. I need your blood for this elixir!
    “My blood?” Lucan asked once they were in the hallway, the door closed behind them. Partway down the corridor, Maks stopped beside an alcove table, and Lucan spied a cup and a large vial set out on the shiny surface. The healer withdrew a dagger from his jacket. “Do you really want anyone else’s blood flowing through her?”
    Immediately, Lucan held out his wrist. His would be the only blood she’d have.
    “I didn’t think so,” Maks said. He opened the vial and poured the amber liquid into the cup. “The mate marker in her genetics will make healing her much easier.”
    Though Lucan was thankful the marker would hasten her recovery, he didn’t care if she had the correct signifier or not. He loved her.
    “Your blood will activate the potion,” Maks continued. “Then it will interact with her system to quickly heal the burn. Just don’t drink any of her blood in the next twenty-four hours, or you’ll inadvertently change her without her consent.” He pressed the silver knife to Lucan’s wrist. “Now focus. You can’t shift when the pain hits or the wound will close before we get what we need.”
    Lucan thought of Meda. The child they’d lost. The time they couldn’t recover. The razor-sharp blade was nothing in comparison to what he’d done to her. He deserved any pain doled out to him.
    Maks pulled Lucan’s hand over the cup and squeezed until he decided enough blood had joined the mixture in the cup. The potion bubbled, and Maks murmured a few words, passing his palm over it to imbue the Dragon magic that added power to the concoction.
    “All set,” he said.
    Lucan nodded, his wrist already healed. He was still a bit uncomfortable with supernatural aspects of this existence. It had been part of his life for the past four years, but it remained foreign to his human-taught