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blanket.

“Raven,” a voice said. Finch didn’t recognize it.

“Shit,” Bran hissed, then took off at a run.

The strange man moved as if to follow, but hesitated when he noticed Finch. “Dammit all to

hell.”

With a groan of frustration, the stranger dropped to his knees and stuck his finger in Finch’s

mouth, where he proceeded to fish around for something. It was decidedly uncomfortable, not

to mention mortifying, but Finch couldn’t move enough to turn his head away.

“I say, get your own omega, Bertram. This really is the outside of enough. You come to my

party, demand I follow you to the kitchen instead of greet my guests, and now you’re fingering

my secretary. I must insist you stop right this instant.”

“Got it,” the strange man—Bertram—announced. With his dark hair, handsome features, and

purple eyes, he had to be Hugh’s mysterious brother. He pulled something from Finch’s mouth,

examined it quickly, and flicked it away. “A heat stimulant. Of course. Some was absorbed, but

not a whole dose. I doubt it will take effect. Well, not full effect. Probably.”

“Probably? I don’t like the sound of that.” Hugh frowned while wringing his hands. “Is there

anything we can do? Should do?”

Bertram stood and sighed. “Have someone watch over the omega while he recovers. Make

him drink water, and if possible, milk. Give him bread. I think he’ll be fine.”

“Too. Close,” Finch managed, but neither dragon paid him much attention. He couldn’t blame

them. The paralyzing agent was making quick work of locking up his jaw, and he couldn’t find

it within himself to relay the rest of the message—that his natural heat was only a week away,

and that even a small dosage could make it come early.

“Your best bet is to get him settled in bed so you can monitor him,” Bertram continued. He’d

moved outside of Finch’s field of view, so all Finch saw were his shoes. Polished leather.

Waxed, not conditioned. “By the looks of him, I wager he’s been hit with a paralyzing agent as

well. As long as the dosage was correct, he should recover without issue, but if the dosage

was off, there’s a chance his heart could fail. He’ll need supervision. Unfortunately, there’s

unfinished business I must see to, so I’ll have to entrust his care to you. Be well, brother.”

Thudding footsteps sounded, receding into the distance. Finch failed to follow where, exactly,

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