Sin Undone

And he had.

Now he was carefully tending to her wound and trying to get her to safety. “Why are you helping me?” she blurted.

“You still owe me ten bucks.”

She flashed him a fake smile. “Funny. But you’re not helping me because I busted you for making a bet with Luc and taking more than half the winnings.” “Fine. How’s this? You’re responsible for the warg epidemic, and if you’re locked up in a cell, Eidolon won’t have the access to you he needs to help develop a cure,” he said. “Besides, I owe your brothers.”

Of course. He wasn’t helping because he liked her or anything. Which was fine, because she didn’t like him either. And that couldn’t sound more childish, could it? “Why do you owe them?” One big shoulder rolled in a half-shrug. “I was on a bad path. Self-destructive. Got into a bar fight with Luc and we both ended up at UG.”

“So, Eidolon saved your life?” “Nah. Another little sting.” He swabbed the laceration with something that, yeah, stung. “Have you met Vladlena? She’s a nurse. Hyena-shifter. Few years ago, her father, a doc named Yuri, had a bug up his ass about some crap that went down between me and his son years earlier, and he sicced the Carceris on me. Eidolon figured that if I was stuck in prison, I couldn’t make good on my hospital bill, so he got me out. Payment was me working for him for two years.”

“Guess you stuck around?”

“Guess so. Turned out to be a cool job. No two calls are the same. Keeps me on my toes.” Sin got that. She wasn’t much for routine either. “So, you done yet?”

“Why so anxious?”

“Because I’m vulnerable anywhere outside the den, assassin headquarters, or the hospital. Which is why I need to go to the den instead of your place, even though the Carceris will look there.” She also needed to find one of her sex partners. Fast. Before she broke down and pounced on Conall.

“Vulnerable to what?”

“My assassins.”

He blinked. “Your own assassins are a danger to you?”

“Some of them covet my position. Whoever kills me gets to take over the den.”

“How do you stay safe when you’re with them?”

“Assassins and their masters are bonded, so they can’t harm the master inside any assassin den or headquarters, or any place protected by a Haven spell. But outside those areas… all bets are off. A few of the older assassins can actually sense their masters’ locations.”

Con breathed a curse. “You are a pain in the ass, aren’t you?”

“Your bedside manner sucks.”

“Oh, I have one hell of a bedside manner,” he drawled huskily, reminding her that her body ached, and not from pain. He smoothed a large bandage over the wound, his fingers roaming slowly over the fabric and her skin, turning a medical procedure into one of the most sensual experiences of her life.

Talk about pathetic. He left his hands where they were, wrapped around her thighs, and he looked up, his sterling gaze meeting hers. The air in the ambulance seemed to thicken and heat, and would it kill Shade to install air-conditioning in these things?

“Take off your jacket,” he murmured.

Sin’s heart stuttered. “I’m not having sex with you.”

“You want to.” An easy, seductive smile turned up his sinful mouth. “But that’s not why I want you to strip.” “Liar. You’d love to get into my pants.”

He looked at her like she was a complete idiot. “You’re bleeding still.”

Oh. Humiliating. She sniffed. “No, I’m not.”

“I can smell it.”

Damned vampires. “Give me my pants.”

“Take off your jacket. I won’t tell you again.”

“And I won’t let you treat the wound.” She jerked her legs out of his grip, but he was on his feet in a flash, yanking her jacket down to reveal the wide gash in her biceps.

She tried to wrench away, but he held her easily, his amusement gone. “How did this happen? Who did this? The Carceris?” “I did it,” she snapped, and his head jerked back.

“You’re a cutter?” He reached for a gauze pad, but she gripped his wrist.

No, she wasn’t. But she wasn’t going to explain anything to Con. “Do not mess with this one,” she said levelly. “I will fight you, and on this, I will not back down.”

Con’s handsome, angular features hardened with anger, and she heard the grind of his teeth and the pop of jawbone. “You can’t let it bleed like that.”

“I can, and I will.”

“I’m on the edge right now, Sin.” His voice was guttural, with a slight tremor that extended to the hand she was holding.