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out if we don t get it stopped, now! I just hope he doesn t have any internal injuries.
That sounded like Doc. Someone tried to roll me to my back. My body screamed in
pain. Or was that me screaming? I blinked hard, trying to focus on the face hovering
over me. Doc?
Get some pressure on those gouges. Blankets, warm water and my sewing kit.
Sharp burning pain shot from my thigh. I flinched but something strong held me
tight. My eyes refused to focus but for a moment, I thought I saw Steve staunching the
blood pulsing from my leg. I blinked. Not Steven, the beast, Mace. God, how I wished it
was Steven!
Daniel? Stay with me, Daniel. How are you doing?
I couldn t seem to do more than moan when they shifted me again. Darkness
closed in on my vision until it faded all the way to black.
* * *
Daniel? Hands shook me roughly. Daniel. Wake up. I need you to look at me.
How s your head?
I blinked slowly. Hurts. Leg s worse, I choked out.
Follow my fingers. For the next eternity, she fired questions at me when all I
wanted to do was rest. And get warm.
Cold. A shudder wracked me and pain radiated from every cut and bruise.
Something burning hot slid up against me. I rolled my head to see. Mace! What the fuck
was he doing?
Guess I said that out loud, too.
Getting you warm, stupid little human. You nearly got yourself killed.
Was that worry in his voice? Fuck him. I turned away, refusing to look at him. I d
have pushed him away if I had the strength.
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Finally, Doc gave me some of that magic whiskey and sweet oblivion claimed
me.
Chapter 7
Pain pulled me from sleep. A bit of dj vu struck me. Aching ribs, bruises
everywhere only this time it was way worse. And my leg throbbed. Fuck, not again!
My voice sounded whiny and thin.
Mace rose up on his elbow to look down at me. I was back in his bed. Great. Just
fucking great. Stop fighting with those who can kill you and this won t happen again.
Slowly I turned my head and glared at him. The fucking bastard ruined hours
of work and could have busted parts we don t have replacements for. Excuse me for
trying to stop him.
Mace s eyes narrowed dangerously. Cold fear gripped me as hard as the first
time I d seen him. I turned away and almost managed to roll over without groaning.
Might not be so bad if he did kill me. At least I wouldn t hurt any more.
All you had to do was submit, go limp and offer your throat. He would have
stopped.
I looked over my shoulder. You re fucking kidding me! Go limp and offer my
throat? To a fucking monster that s bent on ripping it out? No fucking way. His face
got even colder and he shoved off the bed.
I nearly died and he wanted to blame it on me? Fuck him. Getting pissed might
not be smart but I hurt too fucking much to care. I needed to find a way out of here.
Shortly, Doc followed Mace back in. I sighed with relief to see a mug in her hand
but she didn t give it to me right away. She started with my leg. I levered up to see four
parallel lines of stitches across my thigh. No wonder the fucking thing hurt.
Mace started in with the ointment on my numerous bruises. Shit, I hated him
even touching me. I grabbed for the jar and winced with pain as he jerked it back. I can
do that myself, thank you.
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Keep talking to me like that and you ll have a new set of bruises, little human.
The angry growl accompanied his words.
Why did his anger hurt so fucking much? It s not like I cared what he thought. I
shut my eyes and gritted my teeth. Despite his angry sounds, his touch felt light and
gentle, almost a caress. Even his tone softened. You have to learn not to challenge and
to submit, Daniel. It is our way, our instincts.
Yeah, well, my human instincts tell me to fight like hell when threatened. Or
run if I have to. This whole submitting thing, not even on the radar.
Then you will keep getting hurt.
And you won t get your fucking generator running or a still to make ethanol for
my truck.
For several long moments, no one said anything.
Daniel, you have to learn our way. Soon enough you will be like us, after you
change.
I rolled to my back and stared at him. I m immune, asshole. I will never be like
you.
He shook his head. All men become rabid, pack or die.
I snorted rudely. A few of us didn t and never will, Mace. I was exposed same
as everyone else. Never gonna be a fucking beast, ever.
The confused look on his face struck me as funny. I bit back on the urge to laugh
in his face.
He looked to Doc. Is that true? He won t change?
She sighed hard and took the time to finish re-bandaging my leg. I would say it
has to be if he hasn t changed after all these years. And, Mace, human instinct is to fight
or flee. It s not a female thing but a human one. Takes time and trust, Mace.
I snorted again. Hate to ruin things, but anyone who knows me will tell you I
have authority issues. Which is why I ran my own company. Don t expect me to
suddenly learn how to sit down and shut up.
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