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me.
     
    “You’ve had enough to deal with lately,” Don replied.
     
    I let go of him and swept my gaze around the room. His bed was one of those adjustable ones where the head and foot could be raised, but it lacked the normal hospital rails on either side of it. An open laptop was perched on a rolling tray nearby, alongside several stacked folders, his cell phone, pagers, and an in-house office phone.
     
    “How typical of you not to stop working even though you looked like death warmed over,” I said in a half-joking, half-censuring way.
     
    My uncle gave me a baleful look. “I might look like death warmed over, but now you are death warmed over, remember?”
     
    I would’ve smiled at his quip, but I was too worried by the grayish tone to his skin and the slow, painful way he moved as he took a step away from me. My uncle always had a commanding presence no matter the circumstances, but now, he seemed frail. That scared me more than facing enemy forces while unarmed.
     
    “What’s wrong that’s got you here?” I asked, again controlling the fear that made my voice higher than normal.
     
    “I have a bad flu,” Don replied, his words roughened by a cough.
     
    “Don’t lie to her.”
     
    Bones’s voice flowed into the room, and a few booted strides later, so did he. His dark brown gaze focused on Don, who visibly stiffened.
     
    “Your abilities don’t give you the right to—”
     
    “My bloodline does,” I interrupted Don, clenching my hands into fists. “You’re my family. That means I have a right to know.” And if you don’t tell me, I’ll just green-eye your nurse until she does , I mentally added.
     
    Don was silent for a long moment, looking between me and Bones. Finally, his shoulder lifted in a faint shrug.
     
    “I have lung cancer.” His smile was strained, but his trademark dry wit still rose to the occasion. “Appears those warnings on cigarette packages are correct.”
     
    Everything in me tensed as soon as he said the C word. “But I’ve never seen you smoke,” I blurted, stunned into denial.
     
    “I quit before we met, but for thirty years before that, I had a pack-a-day habit.”
     
    Lung cancer . Advanced, too, for him to look this way and allow himself to stay in the compound’s medical facility. To say Don was a workaholic was to put it mildly. In all the time I’d known him, my uncle hadn’t taken time off for vacations, holidays, or birthdays, let alone sick days. Then amidst my stunned absorption of this news, a businesslike mentality swept over me, mercifully blocking out the grief that made me feel like I’d just been shot in the gut.
     
    “I assume your doctors are going to operate? Or do chemo? Both? What treatment plan have they given you?”
     
    He sighed. “It’s too advanced for surgery or chemo, Cat. My treatment plan is to make the most of the time I have left.”
     
    No. The word resounded in my head as loudly as those unwelcome conversations had earlier. Then I uncurled my hands from the tight fists I had clenched at my sides, trying to make my voice very composed. Weeping and panic wouldn’t help, but calm logic would.
     
    “Maybe your condition is past what traditional medicine can treat, but you have other options. Vampire blood will heal your lungs from sustaining further damage, maybe even put the cancer into remission—”
     
    “No,” Don interrupted.
     
    “Dammit!” I exclaimed. So much for the calm, rational approach. “You’re letting bigotry get in the way of your common sense. Your brother was an asshole before he became a vampire, Don. Changing into one didn’t make me evil, and drinking vampire blood to help your condition won’t make you evil.”
     
    “I know,” he said, surprising me. “I began drinking vampire blood shortly after I was first diagnosed seven years ago. You made that possible with the captive vampires you brought back from missions when you were working for me. You’re right, it did put