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hands. Kind heart.
    Compassionate healer
.
    “Doc Blue?” His name barely scraped past her constricted throat.
    “Hold tight, Miss Gentry.”
    “Name’s Lily,” she choked out.
    “I know.”
    She clung to his strong grip, frantic for a connection. A connection with a good man, a man worth knowing. “What is your Christian name?
    “Can you keep a secret?”
    Certain she was drowning in a sea of crimson, Lily pulled herself up and into her savior’s arms. “Cross my heart.”
    “King.”
    Trembling, she frowned against his neck. “Honest and true?”
    “Honest and true.”
    “Don’t make me look, King.” She squeezed her lids tight, blocking the red, blocking the horror. Her breath hitched as a menacing vision stormed her defenses.
    The Killing Machine.
    Run!
    In her mind’s eye, she slipped on grated stairs, arms flailing, senses spinning.
    “Dying!”
    “You’re not dying, Lily. It’s anxiety. Listen to my voice. Focus on my words.”
    Her frantic heart skipped then slowed as Doc Blue … Doctor King Blue … shielded her from harm. He held her close, engulfed her in warmth. Not just with his hands, but with his entire body.
    Lily swallowed past the lump in her throat. Her clouded thoughts cleared enough to ascertain her true surroundings. She wasn’t running for her life on the
Britannia
. She was safe and sound in a skytown, in the arms of her brother’s friend. The pain from her injuries had diminished to a whisper of discomfort, and though she was still sightless, instead of feeling panicked and hopeless she felt oddly comforted.
    Unlike before, Lily welcomed the black.
    Colors equaled chaos.
    Evil
.
    Death
.
    Ensconced in blessed darkness, she took refuge in her savior’s strong embrace and the sound of his voice as he soothed her with a tale about a daring young woman who’d won her brother’s heart.
     

Chapter Five
    Doc didn’t remember falling asleep, but dash it all, he felt the full force of consciousness as someone plucked him out of bed. Lily’s bed.
    Jasper.
    Doc wrangled his murky thoughts as his brother swiftly and silently hauled him out of the stifling cabin and into the frigid corridor. The bracing chill jarred his senses right quick.
    He remembered talking Lily down from her panic. He’d kept on talking when he’d felt her drifting off. The woman needed to sleep, and Doc had needed time to rejuvenate. He’d depleted his energies by doubling his healing efforts. Just now he felt as though he could take on the world.
    Or at least one rebellious, mule-headed brother.
    They faced off in the murky hallway, a stone’s throw from Lily’s cabin. Doc in his shirtsleeves and Jasper suited up for combat in the frozen tundra—fur greatcoat, fleece-lined aviator cap, fur-trimmed goggles … and a leather harness loaded with a Remington Blaster, several cartridges, and—Lord Almighty—was that a double-barreled grenade-launching Liberator?
    Without his coat and hat, Doc’s teeth should’ve been chattering, but he was so all-fired hot under the collar, he half expected flames to shoot out of his mouth when he spoke. “Attempted kidnapping of the British Prime Minister?” he snapped in a hushed voice. “Have you lost your ever-lovin’ mind?”
    “What I’ve lost,” Jasper growled back, “is my capacity to trust anyone. Even my own kind. Even my damned brother.”
    Doc blinked. “What the blazes does that mean?”
    “Since when did you start sleeping with your patients?”
    Unfazed, Doc glanced over his shoulder at the closed door. “Since when did you start attacking innocents?”
    “There are no innocents in this world. Not many anyway. Care to explain yourself?”
    Doc glared at his brother. If anyone needed to account for their actions of late, it was Jasper Bluebell. Regardless, Doc stated the circumstance in defense of Lily’s reputation. “She was having a spell.”
    “You could have reasoned with her. That’s what I did. That’s what we used to do when