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He shook his head and, keeping his hold on Jana, skirted around the nurse.
“We can’t let him leave!” the male EMT called out. “He might have another?—”
“I know why your medicine isn’t working,” Nurse Nancy said calmly.
Of course, she knew. Meds never worked the way they were supposed to work on demons.
Zane froze. Then he tossed a hard glare back over his shoulder. “Oh, you do?”
“Umm.” The nurse wore dark blue scrubs, and a stethoscope dangled around her scrawny neck. “Come with me into the back. Let me check you out thoroughly, and I can explain everything.”
Right. Step into my web. Nancy was a pretty woman, with gray-streaked black hair and the faintest of lines around her eyes. She didn’t look like the devil. Really, she didn’t.
Zane glanced back at Jana. “What should I do?” he asked softly.
She stared into his eyes. “We need help. Let’s see what she has to say.”
He gave a curt nod. Together, they turned to follow Nancy. But the nurse held up one hand, stopping her. “I’d like to speak to him privately.”
Not going to happen. “I’m his sister. I go where he goes.”
Nancy’s lips tightened.
“She goes,” Zane snapped.
“Fine. Follow me.”
And they marched right past the EMTs. Poor EMTs, they were still blinking and trying to figure out what was going on.
“In here.” Nancy pointed to a small examining room. “Just sit down. I’ll be right back.”
They went inside. Nancy closed the door behind them and sealed them inside.
Zane frowned.
“She’s gone to make the call.” Ah, but she’d watched this routine a few times. Not that Nancy knew that. “She’s letting her contact know that she has a potential in the area.”
“A potential? Is that what I am?” He yanked his phone out of his front pocket and tapped fast on the screen. He put the phone to his ear and a few seconds later Zane said, “Pak. Yeah, I’m in New Orleans.” A brief hesitation, then, “I need you to run a check on a nurse Nancy Gilbert at Our Sisters of Mercy Hospital. She’s about five-foot-four, forty-five to fifty years old and?—”
His gaze flew toward the door. He shoved the phone back into his pocket.
Nancy opened the door about three seconds later. She had a bright, friendly smile on her face. “Sorry, I just needed to assure the EMTs that you were in capable hands.” She laughed, a light tinkle of sound. “You’d think I’d never treated a patient before!”
Jana inched closer to Zane’s side. “Why aren’t the meds working?” She really didn’t want to bullshit through the chitchat. Might as well get to the main show.
The door clicked closed. Nancy’s smile dimmed. “First, I’m going to need some background information on my patient.”
Zane narrowed his eyes.
“Your parents—what are their names?”
“Why does that matter?”
“Because I need to see if you have a family history of?—”
“Fuck, she doesn’t know.” Zane charged forward. “Let’s get out of here.”
Nancy put a hand on his chest. “You’re a demon.”
