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    He followed his scion into the bedroom where Meda had gotten up and was examining the room.
    “Meda,” he said, getting her attention. She surprised him by walking straight into his arms. She hugged him tight, pressing her lips to the middle of his chest.
    “You have a picture of us on your dresser. The same one I have at home.”
    “During my first change, before you knew about the accident, my older brother sent Maks to our house. You were at work. He made copies of some of the photos, hoping to make me feel better.”
    “But they didn’t,” she said, obviously picking up on a bitter note in his voice.
    “Tokens of our life together weren’t the same as being with you. Really, they just hurt.”
    “Let’s get this medicine in you,” Maks interrupted. “You two can talk after I’m gone.”
    He handed her the cup. Meda looked at Lucan, and he nodded. “It’s safe. No one here would ever hurt you.”
    Clearly unsure, she looked at the concoction she’d been handed then sniffed it. “Fruity… Something else…”
    “Herbs,” Maks supplied.
    “Do you want me to drink from it first?” Lucan asked.
    She shook her head. “No. You wouldn’t have saved me from the fire and that…thing…if you meant to kill me.”
    “A Djinn.”
    “Whatever it was.” She took a deep breath then brought the cup to her lips and gulped down its contents. Afterward, she made a face. “Tastes like pennies.”
    Maks raised an eyebrow. “Suck on pennies often, do you?”
    Lucan shoved him. “Get out of here.”
    “Fine, fine, fine. Use me, then kick me out.” Maks gathered up his things while Lucan turned to Meda. He lifted the fabric away from her wound and watched as it healed before their eyes, much like ice quickly melting in the sunlight.
    “Oh my God,” Meda murmured.
    “Even though I’ve seen this a few time, I still think it’s pretty cool,” Lucan answered.
    Night, Wolf, Maks called telepathically as he left the room.
    “Why did he call you Wolf?” she asked. “Wait! Why could I hear him in my head?”
    Lucan paused, blinked then stared at her. She could hear Maks?
    “It was the potion. It’ll wear off…I think,” he told her. I hope. He’d never heard of a mate gaining the ability to hear her partner’s wingscion. That could be bad. Very bad.
    “Good. I don’t want to hear inside some strange guy’s head. Your thoughts could be interesting. I mean…wouldn’t I like to hear inside your head? I’m sure, there might be another asinine explanation as to why you’ve done this—” She pointed at him. “And I’m not even close to forgiving you, so don’t think I am.”
    “You’re babbling,” he said. She did that when she was overwhelmed.
    “Hmph,” she replied. “Look. I…I’m crazy to say this, and womankind would probably revoke my emancipated girl card if they heard me say this, but I don’t want to argue with you. I just want to hold you.” Her eyes dark with soft desire, she stepped into his arms. They gratefully closed around her while she pressed her ear over his heart. She sighed and close her eyes. Her hands smoothed along his lower back. “We’ll fight later.”
     
     
     

 
 
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Meda relaxed against Lucan as she pushed back her hurt and fury and acknowledged the lame explanation he’d given her. He seemed gutted by the separation and by the miscarriage, completely remorseful for her pain. Shouldn’t she try to look at things from his point of view before she made a final judgment? She didn’t understand this world he’d been cast into. Her instincts told her she’d leave him when she had the chance. Still, her fractured heart begged her to take this intimacy with him and think later.
    “Why do they call you Wolf?” she asked. The solid beating of his heart rocked through her, assuring her of his vitality. “Is it because you have a pack of women hidden away someplace?”
    “You’re my only woman,” he growled.
    “I’m