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I muttered as Daniel tried to wrap himself around me. This was one of those times when I was everything to him. His higher brain stopped functioning as every cell of his body concentrated on healing what was burned. I smelled like home to Daniel. I smelled like healing and safety. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I pulled him close.
    Felicity took in the scene, and instead of disapproval, I saw a longing on her face as she watched us. “I’m truly sorry. If I had any idea my brother would react like that, I would never have allowed him to accompany me. You have to forgive him. It is his nature to be judgmental. He serves a particular function, and with Felix away, he has lost his balance.”
    “I really don’t care about the whys or the wherefores, lady. I will not help you. You’ll have to find someone else.” And I would have to find another way because I wouldn’t put Daniel in that position again. Had I known what we were walking into, I wouldn’t have even taken the call.
    “But there is no one else,” she said beseechingly. “It must be you.”
    “Too bad.” I had no sympathy for her. I could still smell Daniel’s charred flesh. The burns were trying to heal themselves, but I feared he was going to need more blood. He’d made himself vulnerable by cutting back on his intake. He would need to gorge himself if he wanted to heal. Felicity Day’s problems were no longer any concern of mine.
    “I can help.” She took a tentative step forward.
    My arm shaking, I raised my gun. “You touch him and I’ll find a way to kill you. I will be very clever, and I’ll make sure it hurts.”
    “All right.” She backed away, her face a mask of worry. “I’ll contact you again. I’ll find another mediator. You won’t find anyone else who can help you as I can.”
    “Don’t bother. I won’t take the call.”
    “You will, Zoey,” she said with serene certainty now. It made me nervous, as if she had figured out something I hadn’t yet. “I’m the only one who will help you. I’m the only one who can answer your questions. You want to know what you are and why. I’m the only one who can make you understand.”
    She turned and walked down the hall and, in a blink, she was gone. One minute her petite figure was walking away, and the next there was nothing.
    I let loose a pent-up breath and stared down at Daniel. He was breathing, but it was a shallow thing, a shaky rattle of his chest. “We have to get him out of here.”
    Neil clicked the safety on the gun and shoved it in his pocket. He walked over to us, his eyes searching the church for more trouble. “He needs a doctor, Z. He’s not the only one. You’re very pale. Your lips are almost blue.”
    “I’m fine,” I assured him, the world around me swimming a little. “Just get Daniel to the car.”
    Neil grunted as he lifted Daniel’s two twenty frame. He moved quickly and was back for me before I managed to get to my feet. My hands shook, a combination of blood loss and adrenaline.
    “Stop there, sister.” Neil swept me up in his arms. “No more walking for you. Hey, those shoes held up nicely.”
    “I’m never wearing them again.” I sighed, letting my head rest against his shoulder. Neil smelled clean and like all the really good parts of a Dillard’s men’s fragrance counter. He would take care of things now, and that was a good feeling. I didn’t exactly lose consciousness. I kind of drifted as Neil drove. I heard him make several calls. One was to Michael House. He was to bring the rest of Daniel’s supply of blood to my father’s house. The next call was to my father, Harry Wharton. His house was closest, and as much as my father annoyed me on occasion, he was good in a crisis.
    Neil was cool and collected as he drove through the streets of Dallas. In no time at all, we pulled up to my father’s large home in North Dallas. I opened my eyes and saw the house was lit from what looked like every room. There was a dark