i understood that. i did. "i'm telling the truth. a kiss here or there, maybe some snuggling, but really-embarrassing as it is to admit-i haven't had sex with anyone."

bruno busied himself with picking up the used syringe with gloved hands and putting it in the sharps container on the wall. he stuffed the remains of the styrofoam container in after it. but he wasn't quick enough for me not to notice he was pleased at my admission.

dr. gaetano was examining my leg again, blocking my view, and poking at the skin with what felt like calipers. "how about the scars on your chest? how long have you had those?" wow. he was noticing a lot of things. i had to admit that my v-neck t-shirt did reveal the tops of a series of scars on my chest.

"they appeared after an exorcism."

bruno added, "took two priests, a bishop, and emts to bring her back after her heart stopped."

i had another thought. "i was choked by a demon last year and had claw punctures in my neck. what about that?"

gaetano shook his head. "we've never been able to tie this bacterium to the demonic. so we'll let that go for the moment unless we can't find anything else."

"honestly, it only started acting up after the bomb at the school." i blinked. "wait a sec; she bit me."

everyone turned to me, riveted. "who bit you?"

"willow, the little girl. when i was carrying her out of the school."

"how long ago was this?"

i told him. he shook his head. "i can't imagine that's an issue, but i'll want to see the child."

"that should be easy enough." rizzoli slid his cell phone into his pocket. "they have her at st. anthony's."

i shifted, trying to get a better look at him. there was something ... odd ... about his voice. when i moved, several hairs got caught in the table and were yanked out of my head. ow. it suddenly occurred to me that i was feeling pain in other parts of my body ... because the pain in my leg was less. it made me light-headed and giddy even though i couldn't see much difference yet. but the lack of pain in my leg made me realize there was pain in other parts of my body. my stomach and shoulder and the small of my back. had it spread? my heart fluttered nervously. c'mon, antibiotic!

"can i please sit up now? this table is killing my lower back. i don't think i'm a danger to anyone. my stomach's settled and i don't feel like biting." it wasn't a complete lie. i wasn't hungry, despite the pain. and it wasn't as sharp a pain as my leg had been.

"i don't see why we can't release the bonds," dr. gaetano said. everyone in the room looked at him, heads spinning like some freaky mix of thriller meets the exorcist. "but i still need to get the names of anyone you've ... kissed, along with any clients you've guarded, in the past few months. i understand you're a bodyguard? as for an event just a few weeks ago, that's highly doubtful. as i said, the incubation is months long."

normally, the question about my clients would be one i couldn't answer because of the confidentiality agreements i use. but luckily for me, i'd taken a vacation after the closing of the demonic rift and that holiday job from rizzoli and had just chilled. other than a jellyfish sting on my arm and a pinched toe from a hermit crab on the beach, it had been a really quiet three months ... until the school. "actually, i haven't been working much lately. my last job was sort of taxing." i looked at where rizzoli had been standing, but he wasn't there. i wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

"release her?" bruno sputtered. "shouldn't we be transporting her to a secure facility until the drug takes effect? at the very least, she'll need physical therapy for months."

dr. gaetano shrugged. "oh, we'll be going to the hospital for more tests. no question about that. but i don't see a reason for restraints at this point. the leg looks remarkably better already. the drug has taken effect, and she probably won't need therapy. take a look."

everyone looked back at me. i managed to move my head and leg so i could see the pale, unblemished skin. my stomach lurched with a combination of happiness and worry even though my head was still aching. "whoa. that was fast. will my head feel better soon?"

gaetano shrugged. "you don't follow the normal parameters at all. whether it's your siren heritage or the vampire blood, you heal really fast. i'd imagine the pain in your head will eventually fade. obviously, i'm pleased. i want to take another saliva sample and do more tests at the hospital, but i honestly think we've got this licked."

bruno said, "but don't you think-"

i interrupted him. "you're right; the normal parameters don't apply." i tried to take a deep breath that came out as a series of shallow coughs. "too fast. everything is too fast. i'm really worried about the people at the school."

rizzoli appeared again and i hadn't seen him enter. i didn't like that. i also didn't like that he gave gaetano a warning look. they knew more than they were saying. i was going to find out what that was, one way or another.

dr. sloan walked in as bruno was struggling to get the chest bands to release. he went to the wall, fumbling to get the heavy, oddly shaped metal key into the slot that controlled the restraints. my fingernails started tapping on the metal, trying to hurry him by sheer effort. finally the key turned and i heard a click. i hadn't been kind to the metal in my struggles, but thankfully the bands all slid back into the tabletop and i finally took my first deep breath since i'd arrived in the room. i immediately got off the table and started stretching to see what was just stiff and sore versus ... well, versus other things that made my chest tight. "that was a close one." dr. sloan spoke sort of under his breath and it made me respond.

"what was?"

he shook his head as i tugged on the chopped leg of my jeans. they'd cut it short-really short, probably in case they had to do more injections. but i had swimsuits that covered more. i felt unusually bare in a room full of men. i didn't catch any of them staring, but i was ready to change into something a little less revealing.

"i heard dr. lackley's voice in the building. he's been working a lot of nights and he's been on a rampage lately about unauthorized use of the facilities. i didn't want him to catch us in here like ... like this. i really want to work with bruno on his project. i'd hate to have an incident involving him after lab hours. so i intercepted him and asked him for a copy of a student evaluation i knew he'd have to get from his office. but we'll have to leave soon."

bruno let out a noise that told me he remembered the college president all too well and was happy to avoid a confrontation. of course, he and i aren't on the best of terms, either. i wouldn't say that donald lackley precisely hates me, but he hates what i represent. i'm one of those really stubborn people who take advantage of openings and then won't leave. "yeah, he'd be happy to use this as an excuse to boot my butt out of here."

i was technically an enrolled student, so i could use the facilities during school hours. but dr. lackley was just waiting for me to screw up. i was one of the last holdouts of a failed promotion that the school had canceled once the administration had realized the potential long-term costs. i had no doubt he was pushing the professor to kick me out of the gardening class, but this would be even better as far as he was concerned. the board would never question a clear rule violation to end my insurance. of course, what good is insurance if it doesn't work? maybe i should just let it end.

we snuck out the back door of the building, leaving dr. sloan to deal with lackley then meet us outside. the night air was cold and moist, feeling more of fall than spring. the overhead lights were hazy through the mist, but my vampire eyesight quickly took over and the world became sharply defined. even in the darkest shadows, i could see the outline of every tree, every person walking across the quad toward the dorms or snuggling in pairs on blankets on the grass. in fact, i could see each individual blade of grass. it's amazing to me how much of the world i had missed seeing when i was human.

dr. sloan was waiting on the sidewalk near the front door and joined us silently. i wanted to ask a ton of questions, but now wasn't the time. we moved as a group toward the parking lot, keeping quiet until we were well outside the invisible barrier that surrounded the science building. it was only then that anyone felt comfortable enough to stop and speak.

as usual, rizzoli took charge. "so what's next? who's going with who? i brought celia here, so someone is going to have to take her to the hospital."

the headlights of a tall truck, slowly winding through the narrow campus roadways, appeared. dr. sloan said, "oh, look, that's probably the table from the fbi. come, bruno, agent rizzoli-help me flag it down." he moved off with speed that was astounding for a man his age. rizzoli smiled and followed at a sprint.

the table. crap. i'd forgotten all about it. was it the memory problems again, or just too much happening in too small a space of time?

bruno groaned. "i should have remembered how he is before i asked him to be my advisor. i'll be the equivalent of a slave for the next year." he pulled me into a hug. "go get tested. be okay and call me when you know something. okay? i'll check on you in the morning." i was enjoying the sensation of his body against mine, warm and alive. he is the best damned hugger ever. the scent of his cologne and his skin muddied my mind, and apparently i didn't respond quickly enough, because bruno pulled back. "okay?"

"hmm? oh! sure, okay. i'll do that." i'd had to blink repeatedly to focus on his question, and he smiled with possessive amusement.

i cleared my throat and felt a blush rise again. "but you try to get some sleep sometime. dr. sloan will probably work you until you drop tonight, getting the circle up around that table." i leaned forward to give him a quick kiss, but he pulled back, an alarmed expression widening his eyes.