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 to track these little  devices, but your Enforcers confiscated all of that. This was in my  medical supplies. It’s kind of a mobile tracking device.” He flipped it  around so Cian could see the small screen. “They mostly just use this  to make sure the chips are activated, not for actual tracking, but it

serves our purposes.”

Destin removed the mask from Zavion’s face and hung it on a  nearby hook. “He should be awake in about twenty minutes or so, and  then you can take him home. Try to keep him in bed until at  least  morning.”

“Got it.”

“Oh, and maybe put in a word for me with Xander, if you could. I  can work with him on getting his arm back in shape, but he won’t let  me anywhere near him.”

Xander was still being a rat bastard to just about everyone,  including his mate, Braxton. Cian understood a little about how the  alpha was feeling. It was very rare that a shifter didn’t heal fully from  their injuries, but Cian was with Zavion on this one. Xander was  damn lucky to escape with only a fucked-up arm. Maybe someone needed to remind him of that—with a swift smack upside the head.

“I’ll see what I can do, but he’s a stubborn prick.”

“Well, he’s not going to get better if he doesn’t try.”  After  that,  Destin left the room with the two guards right on his heels.

Cian used a warm, wet cloth to wipe the blood away from his  lover’s neck. Once that task was complete, he pulled his cell phone

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from his pocket and dialed quickly. He was about to request his first  day off since arriving in Haven. Part of him felt a little guilty, but he  was able to push it away easily. After all, he had someone very  important to spend the day with.

As predicted, it was only fifteen or twenty minutes later that  Zavion began to squirm on the metal table. “I’m blind!”

Cian bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. “Open your

eyes,  a ghrá.”

Slowly and carefully, Zavion pried his eyelids open, blinking  several times against the harsh glare. “Oh, I knew that.” His voice was  a little slurred, and he appeared to be a bit groggy. Otherwise, he

seemed fine, and Cian was able to breathe a bit easier.

“Destin says we can go home, if you’d like.”

“Yes, please. I hate the smell of this place. What is it, anyway?”

“It’s kind of a makeshift infirmary for minor injuries around the

coven.”

“Well, I’m not infirm. Take me home.” Zavion sat up a little too  quickly and almost toppled right off the table. “Uh, maybe you should  carry me.”

Having an excuse to hold his mate close to him? Cian didn’t know  anyone who could complain about that, and he certainly wasn’t going  to. “Up ya go, then.”

Grabbing Zavion’s clothes, he tucked them into the guy’s hands  and easily lifted  him  from the table. Now he just had to figure out a  way to keep his rambunctious lover in bed for the next twelve hours.

Hmm, blow jobs aren’t that strenuous. Right?

“Well, I wouldn’t say no to one,” Zavion answered with a cute  yawn. “Can you not think so loud, though? It’s making my head  hurt.”

“Apologies, darlin’.”

“Hearing you in my head is weird. Now I kind of know what  Zuriel feels like.” His  eyes popped wide open, and his head snapped  up, pinning Cian with those big blue eyes. “Are the others okay?”

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“They’ll be home soon.” It wasn’t technically a lie, but he didn’t

want to inform his lover that he hadn’t bothered to check in on his

friends. Thankfully, their kind healed quickly, so they would know  something shortly.

“Okay. Are  we  going fishing tomorrow?”

“If you feel up to it.”

“I will,” Zavion assured him as he snuggled down into his arms.  “I’ve never been fishing.”

“I remember.” Hopefully, if all went according to plan, it would  be a day that his lover would never forget.

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Chapter Thirteen

“So, Xander still hasn’t come around?” It was a stupid question. If

that were the case, Braxton would be with his mate instead of in

Zavion’s kitchen.

Braxton looked over the top of his coffee cup with a dead, hollow look. “No. Hell, he barely even leaves his room. I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Well, did you try Keeton’s suggestion?” Zavion felt so sorry for his friend. It was apparent from the puffy, dark circles under his eyes that he hadn’t been getting much sleep.

“I did. Apparently, the loss of movement in his arm is directly related to his dick. I don’t know.” Braxton sighed and scrubbed both hands over his face. “I’ve been sleeping on the couch since he came home. At first, it was because I didn’t want to disturb him. Now, well,  I don’t really think he wants me in there anyway.”

“Oh, honey, I’m sure that’s not true. He’s just a little grumbly right now. He’ll get over it.” Zavion had very little to base that opinion on, but he hoped for Braxton’s sake that it was true.

Braxton and Xander had one of the most loving relationships he’d ever seen. Sure, he’d  witnessed  them have their disagreements a time

or two—usually concerning Braxton’s safety—but they’d always  made up shortly afterward. If there was something wrong in their  relationship that couldn’t be fixed, it would break Zavion’s heart.

“Cian tried to talk to him about  working with Dr. Woods this  morning, but he flipped out like a complete  lunatic. He won’t talk to  me, so I don’t even know why he’s acting this way.”

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“Maybe Destin isn’t the right doctor.” A brilliant idea popped into  Zavion’s head, and he took just a second to pat himself on the back  for it. “Cicero has been seeing Dr. Araceli a couple times a week, and  I think it’s really helping. I mean, he’s still not talking, but I have  heard him laugh a couple of times.”

“I think I’ve seen him around,” Braxton admitted. “The tall guy  with white-blond hair and glasses?”

“Yep, that’s him. He’s a psychologist or something like that.  Maybe he can help with