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“Hey…”Hefrowned at her.“Whatare you doing?”

“Coming with you,” she said and there was grim determination on her pretty face.

“Coming with me?Why?”Ravikprotested.

“Because last time you wandered off on your own you took off your pants and nearly burned the bunker down trying to cookfikkabeetles on the stove,” she replied.

“What the fuck?”Ravikrubbed his head.“Whyin theSevenHellswouldIdo that?”

She shrugged.

“Severin thinks it’s because you got too far from my scent—which somehow brings you back out of theHungerVirushaze.”

Curious,Ravikleaned down and pressed his face to the side of her neck.Heinhaled deeply and sure enough, she smelledamazing.Buthe didn’t know how her scent could have brought him back from the virus she andSevwere talking about.Especiallywhen the main scent he still smelled was his best friend’s.Clearlyhe had been close toCassielast night.Andso hadRavikbecause he could smell his own scent on her too.

His frown deepened.Whatthe fuck had they both been doing with the curvyMatureEliteand why did she carry both theirBondingScents?

“Are you done sniffing me yet?”she asked andRavikrealized he still had his face pressed to her hair.

“Uh, sorry.”Hestraightened up.“Youdo smell fucking amazing, butIdon’t understand why you need to keep near me.I’mgoing to the fresher to jerk off, you know,” he added bluntly.“Soyou might want to give me some privacy for that.”

Her cheeks went bright pink, but she lifted her chin.

“That’s fine.Itwon’t be the first timeI’veseen you come.”

“What?”NowRavikwasreallyconfused.“Whatdoesthatmean?”

She shook her head.

“You reallydon’tremember anything, do you?”

“No, butIwishIfucking did!”Ravikgrowled.Whatin theSevenHellshad he been doing with the gorgeous little human and why couldn’t he remember it?Why?—?

“I have some news.”ItwasSev, coming out of his lab and his face was filled with excitement and relief.

“What news?Aboutthe sample you took last night?”Cassieasked, looking up at him hopefully.

What sample?Ravikwanted to ask, but his friend was already talking again.

“Last nightImade a compound from your honey,Ravik’sblood, and my essence,” he was explaining toCassie.“Butit kept degrading—it killed the virus butIcouldn’t keep it alive long enough and it needed a living host—a live delivery system, if you will?—”

“Severin, please—”Cassieput up a hand to stop him.“Pleasefor once, just skip the science and get straight to the point.Wereyou able to make a cure from the sampleIgave you or not?”

“Yes.”Sevtook a deep breath.“AndIneed to administer it to you.”

“All right—where is it?”Sheheld out an arm.“Please, give it to me.I’mready.”

Sev frowned.

“I can’t give it to you in a syringe or an injector,” he explained carefully.“Yousee, asItold you, it needs to be delivered in a healing medium from a living host.”

“Uh,Sev, what in theSevenHellsare you talking about?”Ravikasked, frowning.

His friend looked irritated.

“I’m saying thatIinjected myself with the cure, last night,” he said.“Iknew it was a risk, but?—”

“Wait a minute, wait a minute…”Ravikheld up a hand.“Youinjected yourself withwhat?”