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rich, hoity-toity parents, on the other hand, stood nearby raving about Michael’s misbegotten birth and blaming him for his mother’s condition.
    Michael shook off the memories and glanced around the reception area that looked like it had been hit by a cyclone.
    Metal chairs were overturned, papers and files were strewn all over the floor, and ER staff and clients alike roamed the triage area as if in shock or for something to do.
    A couple of clerks made themselves useful trying to retrieve the displaced files and records while the police questioned others.
    He spotted a familiar face and squatted beside her to help. “Hey Betty, what happened here?”
    The young clerk blew a blond lock of hair out of her face, dazed blue eyes immediately brightening when she saw him.
    Michael had to stop himself from smiling at her lovesick reaction.
    He’d read her and several of the nurses’ interest before but had never Sentinel’s Hunger
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    taken any of them up on their secret desires.
    None of them could handle what he liked and had to offer, despite what they thought.
    “That woman you and your partner brought in earlier had some sort of episode, for want of a better word, and flew out of here like a whirling dervish. And when I say flew, I mean she literally flew.”
    Michael frowned as he stood up with Betty and handed over a stack of files he had rescued. “You’re kidding, right?”
    “Wish I were.”
    He glanced in the direction of the treatment room where Xevera had been and saw several doctors frantically working on another patient. He didn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed that she was gone. It wasn’t like he’d been looking forward to seeing her weak and sickly. It would have been too much like seeing his mother at her lowest, or remind him of his mother the way every sick and injured woman in his care did.
    He jerked his thumb in the direction of the room. “What happened over there?”
    “Your girl attacked Dr. Raman before she hightailed it out of here.”
    “Attacked how?”
    Betty shrugged. “One of the nurses went in to check with Dr.
    Raman on another patient and found your girl hugging and kissing him. When your girl let him go, he flopped to the floor in a coma. The nurse called security and the rest is history.”
    She was more dangerous than he had thought. Was she as dangerous as the male of her species? What had he thought coming back here? That she and he had some kind of special bond because of who his father was? If anything, his heritage should have made him more wary of her, not attracted to her.
    Attracted was an understatement; his hard cock could attest to that. He plain wanted her, had from the first moment he’d seen her unconscious on the pavement.
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    He had to ask himself again, what kind of sick fuck this made him.
    Was he as sick as his father, or maybe just as alien? “Any idea where she went?”
    Betty shook her head. “That’s what all the cops are here to find out.” She stared at him, eyes widening as if realizing why he had returned. “You came back to check on your girl?”
    The way Betty kept referring to Xevera as ‘his girl’ made him feel even more responsible for the strange woman than before, felt connected as if they belonged to each other.
    Sure, they belonged together, as much as two misbegotten demon spawns belonged together, and Michael was going to make sure they made one hell of an unholy alliance. There was no other kind for him.
    First, he had to find her before she did any more damage, or worse, killed someone.
    Michael slowly backed towards the pneumatic doors as Betty followed. “See you later, Betty. I’m running late for a date.”
    “I’ll bet.” She smirked, files clutched to her breasts as she paused.
    “Sure you don’t want to talk to the police first? You might be able to tell them something that could help.”
    “I’m sure I told the doctors everything I know.” He waved at her and turned to