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“What do we do?” Nathaniel asked.

“I have to get out of this heat,” I said. “Can we like run cold water in the tub, or something?”

“No,” Asher said, “we must keep him as warm as possible, until after he has retained some of the blood. We don’t dare allow him to be chilled.”

“Then get these clothes off me.”

I felt rather than saw the two of them exchange glances. “How do you want me to do it?” Nathaniel asked.

I leaned my head forward, resting against the top of Damian’s wet hair. His skin was the coldest thing in the tub. I was so hot I was about to be sick, yet Damian’s skin was still cool to the touch. The headache overwhelmed me and spilled out my mouth. I did my best to crawl out on the edge of the tub before I vomited. Damian had managed to miss the water every time he threw up; at least I could do the same. But he clung to me, and only Asher’s hand on my arm kept me high enough from the water to keep it clean.

My head was screaming, the pain so strong that it impacted my vision in explosions of color. Asher got me a cool cloth and wiped my mouth. He laid another cool cloth across my forehead. Then Nathaniel gripped the back of my shirt and ripped. He tore it off of me in pieces. Asher draped a wet towel over my shoulders that was so cold it made me whisper, “Shit.”

Asher and Nathaniel took my weight and Damian’s and moved us back to the far edge of the tub, as Gil came in and started cleaning up the mess. Gil had cleaned up a lot of messes tonight, and he’d never bitched, not once. He did a double take at the pieces of my shirt floating in the water, but never commented aloud. He made a good flunkie. Did what he was told and didn’t ask questions.

Nathaniel tried to tear my jeans off the way he’d done the shirt. He managed to rip the top, but Damian’s weight kept pushing me under the water, and he couldn’t get the leverage he needed. Asher fastened the towel as securely as he could and climbed gingerly into the water. He knelt and slid his arms around Damian and me and lifted, standing, holding us both upright. I was still touching bottom, but he was still holding both our weights, because my legs still weren’t working quite right. He held us both effortlessly.

Nathaniel put a hand on either side of the rip he’d made in my jeans and pulled. The heavy wet cloth came apart under his hands with a sound like tearing flesh, but heavier—a wet, harsh sound. The force of it jerked my body, and only Asher’s strength kept me standing.

I felt the air on my bare skin and realized that in ripping away the jeans he’d taken my undies with them, but I didn’t care. The air on my skin was still suffocatingly hot. I couldn’t breathe. The last thing I remember thinking was, I’m going to pass out, then nothing.

58

I WOKE LYING on the edge of the tub with only one arm in the water with Damian. Cold towels covered me from head to foot. The one on my face lifted, and I saw that Nathaniel was in the water, holding Damian upright. I blinked up through a strand of wet hair and found Asher spreading a fresh cold towel against my face. He left enough of my face uncovered so I could look at him, sideways.

“How are you feeling?”

I had to think about that. “Better.” He replaced the towels down the length of my body, and I realized I was completely nude. I shivered with the cold cloth and didn’t care about anything except that I was finally cool. “How long was I out?”

“Not long,” Asher said, smoothing the towel so that it molded to my legs.

I looked at Nathaniel, kneeling in the tub, pinning Damian to the edge, so the vampire could hold on to me. “I’ve never seen a shapeshifter pass out from heat exhaustion before,” he said.

“A first time for everything,” I said.

Damian turned his head slowly to look at me. His eyes were clear, bright, alive again. His eyes were the color of emeralds, and it wasn’t caused by vampire powers, it was his natural eye color, as if his mother had fooled around with a cat to get him here. People just didn’t have that color of