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Floote considered "Yes, to check Lady Pris On entle We need to know if he is bleeding out"

They rolled

The entrance wound oozed out from Quesnel’s jacket

"Cut away the cloth," advised Floote "Anyone have a sharp knife?"

A rustle and then Percy, of all people, appeared and passed over a glea blade, from the look of it, silver, kept as sharp as one could keep silver A vampire’s son was raised to take olf precautions He reiven his contentious relationship with Quesnel

Floote doused the knife with the cognac and then shook his head "My hand’s too shaky Miss Sekhmet, if you would?"

"It’s silver!" the werecat hissed

"You aren’t iot" She still looked uncomfortable

Pries "You hold these I’ll do it"

Face pale but deteran to smoothly cut away the layers of fabric around Quesnel’s wound The decklings steadied the Frenchman, who remained blessedly, but scarily, insensate

Pri off Anitra returned her free hand to the wound in between layers, applying pressure with the alcohol-da pressure to the exit wound on Quesnel’s front so she ht have one hand free

Once Quesnel’s back was clear of fabric, Prinac

Rue expected to hear Percy at any ood bottle of alcohol But he reht have been concern for another hu

Everyone huddled in, silent as they focused on their ministrations