soon unless you’d identified the attacker.”
“Turns out I know one of the deputies they sent. He’s a good cop. He’ll do the job.”
He understood what she hadn’t said: she’d wanted to be here, with him, in case the news was bad. Rule took her hand and squeezed, then glanced at Jason, lifting his eyebrows in question.
Lily answered the unspoken question. “Cullen will need a nurse. Ah, Rule, who gave you that T-shirt?”
“Modean Webster. She’s a large woman, so she thought it would fit, which. . . . ah,” he said, looking where she was. “I hadn’t noticed that.” The T-shirt read in small letters, “Well-behaved women rarely make history.”
“It needs a postscript,” he said. “Something like, ‘I’m Rule Turner, and I approved this message.’ ”
That made her grin.
“Approved what?” Cynna said. “Oh, never mind. I’m fine, Nettie. Really.” She stood to prove it. “See? No one listens to me, even though I was right. Wasn’t I right, Rule? I said he’d be okay.”
He turned, his smile coming easily now. “You were right. You get unlimited I-told-you-sos.”
“Oh, you’re gonna regret that.” Cynna’s grin spread. She stretched. “I’m glad that’s over. When can I go see him?”
“Soon,” Nettie said, standing. “But—”
Lily spoke. “One of us has to be with him. He needs to be guarded.”
“Shit. Yes.” Cynna frowned. “You said something about that earlier.”
“Cynna.” Nettie stood and took Cynna’s hands. “You can go see him very soon, but I need to tell you something first. The surgery was a success, but Cullen’s recovery may be . . . difficult.”
Worry flashed through Cynna’s eyes. “What do you mean?”
“I called it poison initially. It isn’t. I could have eliminated a poison. I think it’s a spell, but I can’t identify it and wasn’t able to rid him of it. This is difficult to put in words, but I more or less forced the intruding agent, whatever it is, to expend itself until it reached a level his healing can cope with. At this point, though, the intrusion is still there and active.”
Cynna’s throat worked as she swallowed. “But he’s okay. He’s going to be okay.”
“He’s okay now. Long term, of course, we want to find a way to get that intrusion out of him.”
“I need to see him. I need to be there.” She glanced at Lily. “I want to know what you’ve learned, too, but—”
“Later,” Lily told her. “I’ll fill you in later, when I relieve you.”
“Relieve me? But you’ll be . . . You’ve got to find him. Or her. Whoever did this. You can’t just stand guard.”
“Right now I don’t have anyone else who’s qualified to act as guard. Ah . . .” She glanced at Nettie. “I’ve already contacted the hospital’s administration. Cullen will receive no visitors, and regular hospital personnel will not be allowed in his room, except for you.”
Nettie frowned. “Cullen needs ongoing care. Professional care. That’s why we’re in a hospital rather than at Clanhome.”
“That’s why I brought Jason. He’s not on staff here, but he’s qualified. We’ll need more than one nurse, I suppose, but he can handle it for now.”
A rare spark of temper lingered in Nettie’s eyes. “I suppose that will work temporarily. Jason doesn’t have his RN yet, but he’s an experienced LVN. He can handle both nursing and orderly duties for now.”
“Good. Where’s Cullen? Cynna needs to be with him.”
“He’s in post-op. Visitors aren’t allowed there. Have you made arrangements to change that as well?”
Nettie had spoken sarcastically. Lily answered straightforwardly. “Cynna’s officially part of security, so yes, that’s taken care of. Jason, you know where post-op is?” When he nodded she went on to Cynna. “Take Jason’s and Nettie’s patterns so you can confirm who they are. Mine, too, and Rule’s, if you don’t have them.”
“I’ll take Jason’s, but I don’t need to
“Turns out I know one of the deputies they sent. He’s a good cop. He’ll do the job.”
He understood what she hadn’t said: she’d wanted to be here, with him, in case the news was bad. Rule took her hand and squeezed, then glanced at Jason, lifting his eyebrows in question.
Lily answered the unspoken question. “Cullen will need a nurse. Ah, Rule, who gave you that T-shirt?”
“Modean Webster. She’s a large woman, so she thought it would fit, which. . . . ah,” he said, looking where she was. “I hadn’t noticed that.” The T-shirt read in small letters, “Well-behaved women rarely make history.”
“It needs a postscript,” he said. “Something like, ‘I’m Rule Turner, and I approved this message.’ ”
That made her grin.
“Approved what?” Cynna said. “Oh, never mind. I’m fine, Nettie. Really.” She stood to prove it. “See? No one listens to me, even though I was right. Wasn’t I right, Rule? I said he’d be okay.”
He turned, his smile coming easily now. “You were right. You get unlimited I-told-you-sos.”
“Oh, you’re gonna regret that.” Cynna’s grin spread. She stretched. “I’m glad that’s over. When can I go see him?”
“Soon,” Nettie said, standing. “But—”
Lily spoke. “One of us has to be with him. He needs to be guarded.”
“Shit. Yes.” Cynna frowned. “You said something about that earlier.”
“Cynna.” Nettie stood and took Cynna’s hands. “You can go see him very soon, but I need to tell you something first. The surgery was a success, but Cullen’s recovery may be . . . difficult.”
Worry flashed through Cynna’s eyes. “What do you mean?”
“I called it poison initially. It isn’t. I could have eliminated a poison. I think it’s a spell, but I can’t identify it and wasn’t able to rid him of it. This is difficult to put in words, but I more or less forced the intruding agent, whatever it is, to expend itself until it reached a level his healing can cope with. At this point, though, the intrusion is still there and active.”
Cynna’s throat worked as she swallowed. “But he’s okay. He’s going to be okay.”
“He’s okay now. Long term, of course, we want to find a way to get that intrusion out of him.”
“I need to see him. I need to be there.” She glanced at Lily. “I want to know what you’ve learned, too, but—”
“Later,” Lily told her. “I’ll fill you in later, when I relieve you.”
“Relieve me? But you’ll be . . . You’ve got to find him. Or her. Whoever did this. You can’t just stand guard.”
“Right now I don’t have anyone else who’s qualified to act as guard. Ah . . .” She glanced at Nettie. “I’ve already contacted the hospital’s administration. Cullen will receive no visitors, and regular hospital personnel will not be allowed in his room, except for you.”
Nettie frowned. “Cullen needs ongoing care. Professional care. That’s why we’re in a hospital rather than at Clanhome.”
“That’s why I brought Jason. He’s not on staff here, but he’s qualified. We’ll need more than one nurse, I suppose, but he can handle it for now.”
A rare spark of temper lingered in Nettie’s eyes. “I suppose that will work temporarily. Jason doesn’t have his RN yet, but he’s an experienced LVN. He can handle both nursing and orderly duties for now.”
“Good. Where’s Cullen? Cynna needs to be with him.”
“He’s in post-op. Visitors aren’t allowed there. Have you made arrangements to change that as well?”
Nettie had spoken sarcastically. Lily answered straightforwardly. “Cynna’s officially part of security, so yes, that’s taken care of. Jason, you know where post-op is?” When he nodded she went on to Cynna. “Take Jason’s and Nettie’s patterns so you can confirm who they are. Mine, too, and Rule’s, if you don’t have them.”
“I’ll take Jason’s, but I don’t need to
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