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really argue with that.” But I’d probably do it again, somewhere down the line. “What did it look like to you?”
    “An explanation of why there’s been fresh and cooked blood. It was seeping down, out from your hair at first. After Dodson picked you up, it looked like it was coming from every pore. The blisters appeared just a second after that.”
    “What can cause that?”
    “I don’t even have an idea,” he said. “I see Dane coming back.”
    He’d gone out to the car to grab Logan’s bag from the trunk. Shifters, at least those of my clan, tended to keep extra clothing on hand for emergencies. I was in luck, because this time, Logan’s extras were sweats. They’d be too big, but at least they’d be dry.
    “I’m going to need a trash bag for my clothes.” I hoped the blood would wash out of everything, and congratulated myself on not succumbing to the “Women in Leather” stereotype. I could only imagine how difficult peeling off blood-soaked leather pants would be.
    “We’ll find one.”
    “Hey, and maybe one of those dust cloths to dry off with?” I’d need more than paper towels for my hair in particular, assuming I could figure out how to rinse it in the shallow sink.
    “Sure.” Logan followed that with, “Thanks.”
    “No problem,” Dane said. “Does she need anything else?”
    Logan gave him my requests, and our partner went off in search of both items. I went to the door to take the bag, holding out my other hand for his inspection. “I think it’s fading.”
    He looked at my hand and my face before nodding. “It is, but maybe we should call Alleryn and have him look you over.”
    I hesitated, but then I could quiz the healer about his Prince’s sudden political aspirations. Of course, I had an idea about them, but confirmation would be nice. Plus, getting a checkup would put a stop to the worried vibes zinging off Logan, Dane, and Damian. Those vibes were getting annoying, like little electrical shocks. “Okay. I guess ask him if he’ll meet us at my place.”
    “Will do.”
    Dane returned with a big, black trash bag and a clean, folded dust cloth. “Here you go, Bloody Mary.”
    “Hah. You’re funny. Thanks.” I was careful to keep both clear of my clothing. “Okay, time to shut the door and make certain no one busts in on me.”
    “They’ll have to go through us first,” Dane promised with a grin. “I bet Dodson thinks you’re a badass now, after how quickly you went from screaming to cool as a cucumber.”
    I had to smirk a little, feeling smug I’d recovered so quickly. “Be out in a bit.”
    Door shut, I went back to the sink area, put the bags and dust cloth down, and began undressing. Each item went into the trash bag immediately, though I stuffed my bra and panties underneath my jeans and shirt.
    Naked, I backed up to take another look in the mirror at the blood smeared all over me. For just a minute, fear took hold. What if the vision hadn’t been a psychometry effect, but a precognition?
    I shook my head at my mirror self. Don’t go borrowing trouble, Cordi .

    N early an hour later, I stepped out of the restroom with the duffle and half-full trash bag. Dane immediately offered to take both, and I let him. Not knowing if it was my blood or not, I’d put both used paper towels and the dust cloth in the trash bag. My boots were in the bag too, leaving me to walk around in my borrowed socks. I’d skipped donning Logan’s boxers, surprised to find a pair included since the one time I’d helped him undress, he hadn’t been wearing any. Well, none had been in his jeans when I pulled them off him.
    “Now what?”
    “Damian wants us to look at the security tape,” Logan replied.
    I made a “don’t really want to” face. “Experiencing a little of it was kind of enough for me.”
    “Then we’ll tell him that, and take you home.”
    We set off for the security office, and found both detectives and a uniformed officer there. The maroon smears