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Murphy curled his lip as he looked around "Wasn’t there a better place to do this?"

Gemma’s physician raised an eyebrow "Did you want to pour ten pints of infected blood down the sink in a five-star hotel? Where did you think ere going to exsanguinate her?"

She squeezed his hand "It’s fine, Patrick"

"It’s a onna die What’re ye worried about?"

"I’m fine"

He looked over his shoulder at Carwyn "You’re sure?"

"Lucien sent very detailed notes As long as the doctor and Tywyll follow his instructions, everything should be all right"

"And the donor blood is ready?"

"They’re standing by She won’t wake until toht anyway"

Murphy smoothed a hand over her forehead He’d already insisted on a hospital bed instead of the usual metal table Then he’d replaced the institutional sheets with a higher thread count and put a down pillow behind her back

"Patrick?"

He frowned "Het you--"

"I’ for what it was Even though they had a plan, even though the hu with her sire, he was still worried He’d been the one to reassure her the night before, noas her turn

She tugged the end of his tie and pulled hio to sleep, a chuisle Just for a bit And then iveto wake up, and I expect you to be there"

"I will be"

"I also expect chocolate And possibly a bottle of very good wine"

A sh his anxiousdemands, Mr Murphy?"

"Not unless you want to embarrass your poor da"

The huhed, and her father squeezed her hand

"Let’s get on with it, then," he said "And lad? Be prepared for her I’m older than the first time I sired her"

"What does that er a your arse this ti on it"