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the chest of his Sherlock victim and golden light pooled over the man. The hunter twitched beneath Nix’s touch, but a moment later, Nix moved to the next person.
    “You also told me there’d be war if I took Phoenix. Thus far I’m not impressed with your warfare.”
    “You thought I was dead. I couldn’t risk you finding out the truth.” She watched as Nix rose from his patient and came toward them. He’d sunk so far, he was nothing like the man she’d known before entering Hell.
    “What does angel-jelly mean?”
    Madison almost laughed at Micah’s question. “It’s a compliment, Micah.”
    “Don’t take this the wrong way, because I really don’t like what you’re doing to my friend. But angel-jelly means, if I could bottle your pheromones and spread them like jelly over bread, I’d be a rich woman.” Alessa grimaced. “That pains me to confess.”
    Micah fixated on her friend but said nothing as Nix crouched near her thigh. Madison stared at his face as he unbuttoned her jeans. Such an intimate act and all her focus settled on how dark he’d become.
    As Nix tugged her zipper down, he tossed her a cheeky grin, exposing the dimples she adored. “This wasn’t how I envisioned removing your pants for the first time, Mads.”
    He might be different, but his flirting remained the same. “You’re not man enough to get in my pants, Nix.”
    Nix’s eyebrows shot upward.
    “Focus, Phoenix,” Micah snarled.
    “I have higher expectations for any lover I take.”
    “I am your only lover, Madison.” Micah’s fingers pinched against her shoulder.
    She ignored her husband’s statement. Nix’s green gaze held hers for a heartbeat. “You weren’t so discriminating in the hotel room.”
    “You weren’t the same man in the hotel room.”
    Nix nodded. “Loosen the tourniquet. I can’t heal her unless the blood is freely flowing, and I need to pull her jeans down more.” Micah didn’t react to the command and Nix frowned at him. “She has fucking panties on, Micah. Now isn’t the time to be gawking at a half-dead woman anyway.”
    Micah released the grip on the belt, and Nix yanked her denims to her knees. As Nix removed them, the gun wedged in the waistband of her jeans clattered to the floor. Damn. That might have come in handy later .
    Micah retrieved the pistol and dangled it between forefinger and thumb. A grin tugged at his lips. “How many more weapons do you have hidden, kitten?”
    He dropped the pistol to the floor and Madison ignored the question. Curling her fingers into her palms, she found relief in the pain her nails caused. The wound on her thigh spurted blood with each heartbeat and she grew a little woozy. Nix placed his hand over the injury and held her eyes as he pushed something warm inside her. All pain died out in an instant.
    “Why isn’t it working?” Micah gripped her fist, but she refused to open it so he could hold her hand. The tangible presence of his fear pulsed against her senses like creepy magic. She almost hoped she died to spite him.
    Nix glared at her. “Mads, release your fucking magic refusing my help.”
    Madison touched her thigh with her mobile hand and lifted it into view. Blood. Red. The color of life. Her vision grew a little hazy about the edges, and her ears buzzed like she lingered outside herself, residing on another plane.
    You’re dying, you idiot. Let him fucking heal you ! Pandora spoke true, but hovering on the brink of death didn’t stop her from demanding, “I won’t release my magic until Alessa walks out that door, gets in the car, and drives away without anyone following her.”
    Anger flashed in Nix’s glare. “Go now, Lucky. When you arrive to wherever home is this week, tell Zenny who has her.”

 
     
    Chapter Seven
     
     
    A bevy of emotions lanced through Nix. Mads lay bleeding out because of his error and her determination to save a group of Sherlocks that’d see her dead before they’d aid her. He should’ve known