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I’m so sorry for your loss, ma’am.”
    More tears pressed behind her eyes unexpectedly. “Thank you.” It was so hard to respond when people said they were sorry. What was she to say? Thanks? It’s okay? No biggie? No answer was right. But she didn’t want to be ungrateful.
    Flay nodded to Xander. “We’re early anyway. If you’re not back in time, I’ll let the king and Commander Goram know why you’ve been detained.”
    Xander pulled her away, heading down the hall past the lab door. “Come on. Not sure why, but nobody’s in the lab. We’ll check the information desk, and if we have to, we can go to the emergency department. Any doctor in the ER can draw blood.”
    She hadn’t even thought of trying the emergency department. Did she have the worst problem-solving skills, or what? I’m sorry, Eamon. Your mother is stupid.
    Xander shook his head, as if in response to her thoughts. “When you fight, you get injured frequently and eventually learn to ask the right questions.”
    “I kept worrying if we went somewhere, or if I gave in and fed him, that would be when they called us for the test finally, and I’d miss the window.”
    He squeezed her hand. “Well, now I’m here to help.”
    “Xander? You still have my blood in you?”
    He smiled slightly. “Your blood is powerful. I’ve been very lucky. Now. Down here…”
    “You don’t need to do this, Xander. I heard you. You’re supposed to be going to meet with the king and Commander Goram.”
    The look on his face just then melted Theresa’s heart. He placed a gentle hand on hers, the other hand resting on Eamon Junior’s fuzzy head. “ This is important.”
    ***
    The drive back to the estate from the hospital to get Isabel’s necessities had made for all sorts of fun and games. On a good day, Lee and Alexia managed to push each other’s “don’t make me cut you” buttons in ascending order. This time he had taken the opportunity to insult everything from her skills helping Anton navigate on the way to the hospital, to her desire to hit the Starbucks drive-through on the ride home… erm, back to the estate . In return she’d insulted his hair, his wardrobe, and his need to wear SPF-one billion.
    Poor Dr. Brayden had been forced to ride bitch in the backseat so he could return to check on the guys who’d been injured recently in training. The buttoned-up physician had been scarlet-cheeked and silent for the entire duration. Lexi couldn’t say she blamed him for his cheetah-out-of-hell escape when they finally returned.
    At first, seeing Lee stalk stiffly down the hall to head to the estate’s training quadrant had left Alexia jiggly with relief. Now though, hours had passed. She’d packed up a few belongings for Isabel and herself, and she was alone with her dangerous thoughts in her disaster of a bedroom. So now what?
    She had already showered and changed, paced the fluffy beige carpet, and actually finally wondered when Lee might return. Weren’t they supposed to get back to Isabel?
    She kicked at the piles on the floor, pulled at the mangled sheets, and threw the fleece blankets on the queen bed into something resembling “made.” The piles of clothes got tossed into a large hamper by the dresser. If she didn’t straighten once in awhile, cleaning staff would creep in while she wasn’t around. Then there would be guilt. Alexia had sort of resigned herself to being messy. It just didn’t pay to organize and put things away when you might leave again with no notice. But she hated when others felt compelled to clean up her detritus.
    She dropped the pile of clothes in her arms when a bizarre ripple swept through her, strong enough to make her body lurch. “What the…” If she believed in ghosts, she would have thought one passed through her middle and tugged at her insides on the way through. Since she lived with vampires, it wasn’t such a far stretch to wonder about ghosts. Still, she was pretty sure they didn’t really