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"Yeah, well, technically, you shouldn’t exist, so I’m not ready to write off the impossible" Oh, she loved the reminders about how she was a freak of nature, the only female Seminus demon to ever have been born A Smurfette, as Wraith liked to call her

"So what’s your plan?"

"Can you use your gift to determine what kind of disease resides inside a body? If you touch someone who is ill, can you tell what they are sick with?"

"Sort of I can feel the arrangement of the virus or bacteria or whatever And once I learn it, I can replicate that specific disease" She shot Conall a shed Conall paled Eidolon looked at her like she was responsible for every case of the excruciating, dick-shriveling venereal disease he’d ever treated The guy was so freaking uptight he probably starched his freaking underwear

"As disturbing as that is," Eidolon said flatly, "it’s exactly what I wanted to hear" There was a tap at the door, and Lore strode past Wraith, as still playing doorjaloved hand, and Sin didn’t think she’d ever get used to seeing her twin brother in scrubs "I read the R-XR’s initial report on the is who didn’t catch SF after being exposed were born wargs So I exaue and ran so that’s been infected has cos"

Sin frowned "SF?"

"Sin Fever," Wraith chimed in a little too enthusiastically

Sin Fever? They’d na disease after her? Bastards

E flipped excitedly through the folder Lore gave hiht we’d never find a link between the victims I’ll call the R-XR and let therim subject matter, Sin couldn’t help but be thrilled that her brother, who had, as an assassin, known nothing but killing and loneliness until just weeks ago, was now ue, where his death-touch couldn’t accidentally kill anyone

"Wait," Sin said "How can you tell the difference between turned and born olves?" "Born wargs usually have a birtho by that" Before Sin could ask why, Eidolon finished "Outcasts are required to have thes have the to determine if they’re born or turned"

Huh Who would have thunk it? "So, as it you wanted with me?"

Eidolon looked up from the paperwork, and the circles under his eyes seehtened a little "About that… see, that’s why I called Con to thishis muscular forearms on his knees, Con leaned forward in his chair When he spoke, his fangs flashed as fiercely as his eyes "What are you saying?"

"Your weekly blood tests for SF have been coative," Eidolon said "Until yesterday" "What? I have the disease?" Con exploded out of his chair, but Eidolon held up his hands in a staycalm motion "Not exactly It’s in your blood Your body isn’t attacking it, nor is it attacking you, and you aren’t producing antibodies But e introduced Sin’s blood to the mix in the lab, your white blood cells and hers joined forces to attack the virus"

Sin’s skin prickled with foreboding Eidolon was dancing around so "Skip the buildup and backstory Bottom line, what do you want from us?"

"I need Con to feed from you," he said with uncharacteristic aardness "And I need it to happen now"

I need Con to feed from you Con cursed softly "As much as I’d like to help you out, Doc, I can’t do what you’re asking" Yeah, he’d tasted Sin’s blood before--and it had been daain He’d been addicted to a feain

"I get that she’s not your favorite person--"