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me.”
    “I just bet you are. Do your eating in the kitchen.” I turned to Ian. “I’m glad Penny is going to the game. She needs to do some normal college things instead of spendingher whole life hunched over a microscope.” I rubbed the back of my neck, tight with strain. This whole thing—Alesa here, worrying about Rafe, not to mention thinking about how Jerry was going to take my working with Ian—was giving me another headache. “I’ll arrange things so I can take Alesa.”
    “Great. You obviously are feeling the stress of this and your other situation.” Ian nodded toward the kitchen. “I won’t mention it here but with Aggie’s sample and now Alesa’s, I feel I’m close to the truth about you.” He opened his black bag. “Don’t suppose I can interest you in a pain reliever for that headache.” He held out a packet with a pill inside.
    “No, no drugs.” I rolled my neck. “And I’m still not interested in Clarity either.” There was a noise outside the door. Thumps, groans, then the door crashed open.
    “What the hell is going on here?” Jerry strode over, not waiting for Ian to move. He knocked the packet out of Ian’s hand then shoved him against the wall. A picture I’d really liked fell to the floor, the frame cracking. “Trying to drug her again, MacDonald?”
    “Jerry, stop!” I jumped up and landed behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. “Ian’s here as a doctor. Stop acting like a Campbell and listen to me.”
    Ian threw Jerry’s hands off of him. “Listen to you? That’s too reasonable for a man like Jeremiah Campbell. No, I forget. Jeremy
Blade
. That’s the asinine name you gave yourself a century ago.” Ian laughed. “Can’t say I blame you. Who wouldn’t want to be shed of the Campbell curse?”
    “Why you—” Jerry lunged, but I got between them.
    “I said stop. You’re in my home. My rules. Remember?” I looked up and touched his face. “Both of you. No feuds here. If you wish to kill each other, take it outside. But I need you both, so do me a favor and shelve this ancient animosity.”
    “Gloriana, you heard him insult me and my family. Am Ito just allow that?” Jerry showed all his teeth and fangs. “The man is asking for a beat-down.”
    “Seems like you took care of your aggressions on his guards. That was not well done of you, Jerry.” I turned my back on him.
    “Ian, it was not well done of
you
to taunt him that way. And there’s no Campbell curse that I know of. Jerry’s always been proud of his family and his name. We all change our names from time to time. It’s what an immortal has to do.” I saw Ian’s jaw flex. He glanced over to where his guards had pulled themselves together and waited in the doorway, obviously for a signal to attack Jerry. Three to one. The odds were terrible.
    “He never told you of the curse? I’ll leave it to him to explain. And ask him about your blood. See what he says. Should be interesting.” Ian gave Jerry a smile that made Jerry growl Gaelic obscenities I’d heard before. “Until tomorrow night, Gloriana. Come around ten and don’t bring Campbell with you.” Ian pushed past us, picked up his bag and headed out the door.
    “Wow. The testosterone level in here is off the charts and the yelling’s not good for the baby.” Alesa yawned. “I’m going to lie down for a while. Rafe is picking me up after the club closes. About three he said. So can I collapse in the fledgling’s bed till then?” Alesa headed down the hall. “Why am I asking? I’m doing it anyway. You two obviously need to talk. A curse? How ridiculous.” Alesa laughed.
    “Is it? Ridiculous?” I walked into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of synthetic. Jerry was right behind me. He shook his head when I offered him one. Right. He still preferred a live donor. Obviously he’d had a drink on his way over.
    “Of course it’s ridiculous. The MacDonalds hired an old witch centuries ago to lay a curse on my family. It