“Holy shit, Trav. Since when can you do that?” Jamie headed for the elevator, Fen on her heels.

“Since forever, but it’s extremely tiring. I have to literally bend light all around me while making sure people don’t see any warping, distortion or blank spots. Do you have any idea how heavy light really is? On top of that, I’m doing it for someone else. I can’t do it for more than two, and if your brother was any bigger I wouldn’t be able to do it at all.”

“Oh.” They got on the elevator, Jamie wincing as the Muzak version of

“Welcome to the Jungle” began to play. “I hate this music. Who picked this puke anyway?” She sniffed, not fooling anyone. Jamie was on the verge of collapse.

Before the elevator made it to their floor Jeff lost his battle with consciousness.

Chapter Seven

“That should do it.” Fen sat and watched closely as Travis ducked his hand in the basin of bloody water. “These stitches will hold but he’s lost a lot of blood.”

“He can have mine.” Jamie held out her bared arm. “Make with the needles.”

Travis shook his head. “I don’t have the equipment to do a transfusion.” He stood and headed for the master bath. “I’m going to clean up, then see if I can arrange something. Maybe I can get hold of Logan or Kir, get their asses back.”

Fen stroked his mate’s muzzle, his gaze glued to the rise and fall of Jeff’s chest. His mate looked like a patchwork doll, the stitches neat but visible against his russet fur. “Are the wards back up?” If Odin made another attempt on Fen’s mate, he’d be torn up even more than he was sure the Old Man already was.

“Jordan’s working on it. Uncle Val is doing what he can to help, but it’s not his strong suit.” Jamie settled carefully on the bed next to her twin. She rested her hand alongside Fen’s. “He’ll live.”

Fen’s jaw clenched. He heard the uncertainty in her voice but couldn’t answer it. “Jeff’s still mortal.”

She nodded. “Yeah. I think so.”

“That’s not the way it was supposed to be.” He’d been positive his bite would bring his mate over, make Jeff just like Fen.

He’d been wrong.

“I know.” Her hand brushed against his, her fingers twining with his own.

“Fen. You couldn’t have known he’d still be mortal.”

“My jealousy kept him from sharing blood with Kir. If he had—”

“He’d still be hurting. Just immortal and hurting.” Travis set his hand on Fen’s shoulder, but Fen couldn’t bring himself to respond. “And there’s no guarantee that if he’d shared blood with your father he’d get Logan’s healing abilities.”

“He’s got your magic in him, Fen. Maybe if we can get him to shift back, he’ll heal?” The barely suppressed hope in Jamie’s voice rubbed at the raw wound left by the attack on Jeff.

“No. It doesn’t work that way.” Jeff whimpered, his head moving restlessly.

Fen untangled his fingers from hers and resumed stroking his mate’s muzzle. Jeff settled back down immediately. “If he’d gotten my ability to heal he’d be all right by now.”

“Then it’s like sharing blood with Logan. He only got one of your abilities, shapeshifting, rather than all of them.”

“Then maybe if he shared blood with one of the others he’d get something of theirs?” Travis’s hand lifted away. “We can try me, but I don’t heal the way Logan does.”

Jamie twisted so that she was staring right into Fen’s eyes. “I heal.”

He lifted his head and stared at his mate’s twin. “Will it work?”

She shrugged. “What’s the worst that could happen? He gets woo-woo powers or lights up like a Christmas tree when he’s ticked? It’s worth a shot, isn’t it?”

“The problem is your healing might not be as strong as Logan’s.” Travis reached around Fen and ran his fingers through Jamie’s curls.

Her answering smile wobbled. “Anything is better than nothing.” She bit her lip, obviously fighting back tears. “I can’t lose him too, Tyr.”

Travis sighed. His hand stroked her cheek. “Do it, love.”

She nodded and held out her hand. “Scalpel.” Travis handed her a small silver blade. “Fen? When this was done to me I had a bad reaction. Kir isn’t here to save Jeff if something goes wrong. Are you okay with this?”

Fen stared at her. “Could this kill him?”

“We think she had the reaction because Logan and I shared blood with her one right after the other. You bit Jeff this morning. Since it’s now late evening, he stands a better chance. The more time between the better off he’ll be, but from the way he’s breathing I’d rather give it a try now than wait.”

Fen nodded. A slim chance was better than none. “Do it.”

Jamie sliced her palm and placed it against one of the smaller wounds, one of the cuts Travis hadn’t stitched closed. The trio settled down to wait.

Nothing happened. Fen wanted to howl in frustration. “Why isn’t it working?”

Jamie sighed. “One in three chance he’d get healing, remember?”

“We’ll have to see what happens when he wakes up. But it’s pretty obvious he didn’t get healing.”

Fen frowned. “Wait. I never shared blood with Jeff, just claimed him and turned him.” He grabbed the silver blade and dragged it across his palm.

“No!” Travis stopped him before he could lay his hand on Jeff’s side. “We don’t know how he’ll react, remember?”

Damn. Fen watched the cut on his palm heal and growled. “I need to heal him.”

“I know.” Travis sighed. “The goddess of healing won’t come here, even for

Jeff.”

Jamie slumped with a grimace. “Frigg.”

Travis nodded. “Yeah.”

“Does she survive Ragnarrok?”

Travis blinked. “You know? I have no idea. The fate of the goddesses is never mentioned in either the Poetic or Prose Eddas.”

Fen heard the doorbell ring. Travis put his hand briefly on Fen’s shoulder before walking out of the room. Fen could hear him talking to someone, but couldn’t bring himself to care.

“In here.” Travis led whoever their visitor was into the bedroom.

“Poor doggie.” A dark-haired woman entered the room and clucked her tongue at the sight of his wounded mate. Her hands were reaching for him, but Fenris snarled and she pulled back.

Travis gestured toward the bed. “As you can see, Jeff’s been injured.”

“That’s Jeff? Holy fuck.” Fen sniffed and recognized the woman’s scent. It was the police detective, Antonia Mancinelli. “What the hell happened?”

“Grimm happened.” Jamie’s hands clenched into fists. “I’m going to turn the Old Man into patè.”

“No. I mean when did he become furry and four-legged?” Antonia’s hands ran through Jeff’s fur. Fen barely bit back his growl. This woman wasn’t pack, wasn’t family. She shouldn’t be touching his mate so intimately. “What did Oliver Grimm do to him? Some of these wounds are pretty serious.”

“He’s my mate.” Fen did growl then as the woman’s hands went dangerously close to the largest wound, the one on Jeff’s chest. “I marked him, made him mine.” He lifted her hands off Jeff’s body. “I won’t be able to keep myself from hurting you if you don’t stop touching him.”

“Sorry.” Toni took a step back from the bed. “Jamie. I need to file a report about your dad. You say Grimm attacked him?”

Jamie nodded. “Yeah.”

Toni sighed and rubbed her head. “Jesus. Technically speaking, Oliver Grimm is a missing person. If I post a report that he’s killed Fred Grimm the cops will start hunting him. But with the wound on your dad there’s no way to claim it was natural causes. And they’ll want to know why I think Oliver Grimm killed his son. Shit.”

“He attacked Jeff. He tried to fucking skin him.” Jamie’s hand was once more buried in her brother’s fur.

Toni winced. “Shit.” Toni flopped down into a chair across from the bed, far enough away that Fen didn’t feel Jeff was threatened but close enough that she could converse without shouting. “Your grandfather’s quite the asshole, isn’t he?”