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the dragon up with his eyes. He knew he should look away, but he couldn’t. It had been so
long, and there hadn’t been a day since he’d come to work for Atticus that his heart hadn’t
mourned the decision. The very sight of Hugh now made Finch weak.
“I think maybe you should sit,” Everard said to him when Finch failed to react to his presence.
Finch shook his head, then regretted the dizziness that brought on. He was afraid if he sat he’d
never be able to get up again.
“Stubborn omegas,” Everard murmured. “Fine. Have it your way, feather quill. Let me feel your
forehead. I want to see if you have a fever.”
Finch didn’t agree or disagree. All he could do was hold on to the desk and gaze at Hugh. His
lovely, impossible dragon.
Everard put the back of his hand to Finch’s forehead, then pulled it back with a hiss of surprise.
“What is it? Will he be all right?” Hugh moaned. He pushed Everard aside. “I can’t lose you.
Not again. You were kidnapped, weren’t you?”
“I’ve told you literally a hundred times over the past two months that your secretary was not
abducted,” Geoffrey said indignantly, but no one seemed to be paying him any attention.
Finch closed his eyes. He felt, absurdly, as if he would cry at the slightest provocation, and
today’s events had been provoking, indeed.
“Darling, please let me touch you.”
“I don’t think you should—” Everard began.
Hugh touched Finch’s cheek. “I’ve missed you so much, love.” Then he drew his hand back as
if burned. “That’s not right,” he said.
“I just have the flu,” Finch said wearily. “It’s nothing serious.”
“Hm. I wonder,” interjected Atticus.
“It’s not the flu,” Harrison said happily. “At least it’s not just the flu. Finch is—”
“Not now, artichoke.”
“He has a parasite, doesn’t he?” Hugh asked, horrified. “That’s what I felt. There’s a huge
parasite inside him.” Hugh turned to Atticus. “Nothing like this ever happened when he lived
with me. What sort of household are you keeping here?”
Willoughby gasped in outrage. Atticus scowled. “Watch your tone, whelp.”
“Hugh,” Everard barked out. “It’s not a parasite.”
