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I blinked at her. “You mean he’ll stay deaf?”

“Yes.”

“That’s not acceptable,” I said.

Her smile widened. “You say that as if by sheer will you can change things, Anita. It makes you seem very young.”

“Are you telling me that there’s nothing we can do to heal him?”

“No, I’m not saying that.”

“Please, doc, just tell me.”

“If you were truly Nimir-Ra, then you might be able to call his beast out of his flesh and force the change, even with the drugs in his system.”

“If someone can tell me how to do it, I’m willing to give it a shot.”

“So you believe that you will be Nimir-Ra in truth come full moon?” Lillian asked.

I shrugged and sipped my coffee. “Not a hundred percent sure, no, but the evidence is sort of mounting up.”

“How do you feel about that?”

“Being Nimir-Ra for real?” I asked.

She nodded.

“I’m trying really hard not to think too much about it.”

“Ignoring it won’t make it go away, Anita.”

“I know that, but worrying about it won’t change things either.”

“Very practical of you, if you can pull it off.”

“What, not worrying?”

She nodded again.

I shrugged. “I’ll worry about each disaster as it happens.”

“Can you really compartmentalize to that degree?”

“How do we fix Gregory?”

“I take that as a yes,” she said.

I smiled. “Yes.”

“As I said, if you were a Nimir-Ra in full power, you might be able to call his beast, even through the drugs.”

“But since I haven’t shifted yet, I can’t?”

“I doubt it. It’s a rather specialized skill, even among full shapeshifters.”

“Can Rafael do it?”

She smiled, the smile that most of the wererats got when you asked about their king. It was a smile that held warmth and pride. They liked and respected him. Let’s hear it for good leadership.

“No.”

That surprised me, and it must have shown on my face.

“I told you, it is a rare talent. Your Ulfric can do it.”

I looked at her. “You mean Richard?”

“Do you have another Ulfric?” she asked, smiling.

I almost smiled back. “No, but we need someone who can call leopards, right?”

She nodded.

“How about Micah?”

“I’ve already asked him. Neither he nor Merle can call another’s beast. Micah did offer to try and heal Gregory by calling flesh, but the injuries are beyond him.”

“When did Micah try and heal Gregory?”

“While you were cleaning up,” she said.

“I took a quick shower.”

“It didn’t take long for him to be certain that Gregory’s injuries were above his abilities.”

“You wouldn’t be belaboring the point if there wasn’t some hope.”

“I can use other drugs to try and overcome the effects.”

“But . . .” I said.

“But the mix of the drugs could explode his heart or rupture enough blood vessels in other major organs to kill him.”

I stared at her for a heartbeat or two. “How bad are the odds?”

“Bad enough that I need his Nimir-Ra’s permission before trying.”

“Has Gregory given his permission?”

“He’s terrifed. He wants to be able to hear again. Of course he wants me to try, but I’m not sure he’s thinking clearly.”

“So you’re coming to me like you’d go to a parent for a child,” I said.

“I need someone who is thinking clearly to make a decision on Gregory’s behalf.”

“He has a brother.” I frowned, because I realized I hadn’t seen Stephen at the lupanar. “Where is Stephen?”

“I’ve been told that the Ulfric ordered Gregory’s brother not to attend tonight. Something about it being unfair for him to watch his own brother be executed. Vivian has gone to get him.”

“My, that was big of Richard.”

“You sound bitter.”

“Do I?” And that sounded bitter even to me. I sighed. “I’m just frustrated, Lillian. Richard is going to get people I care about slaughtered, not to mention himself.”

“Which risks both you and the Master of the City.”

I frowned at her. “I guess everyone does know that part.”

“I think so,” she said.

“Yeah, he’s risking us all for his high moral ideals.”

“Ideals are worth sacrifice, Anita.”

“Maybe, but I’m not a hundred percent sure I’ve ever held an ideal close enough to trade the people I love for it. Ideals can die, but they don’t breathe, they don