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your mind?” Nick asked.
    Adam was pretty sure the other man already had an idea. “I saw  him shoot you, Nick,” Adam said. The splash of blood and the  gunshot itself still replayed over and over in his memory.
    “You died. I couldn’t feel you anymore.”
    Adam shivered as he spoke, and Nick squeezed him tighter. The  slash in his arm had scabbed over and was nearly completely healed.
    “I think it has something to do with that pond.”
    The pond?
    “Deacon was tossed into it after Jason roughed him up. He was

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    definitely dead from what I saw.”
    Nick nodded. “I asked James about it when we were running  ahead of the pack back there, but he doesn’t seem to know of  anything special or different about that little bit of water. We’re going  to ask your wise woman, Maggie, when we get back. She’s the oldest  in the pack. She might’ve heard something about it,”
    Adam wrapped his arms around Nick’s back and let his cheek rest  against his strong chest, right on the place that had been ripped open  by the force of the bullet that had struck him. There wasn’t so much  as a scar, and there hadn’t been any signs an injury had even occurred.  Whether it was the pond or not, something had healed him.  “Whatever it was that water did, I’m so fucking happy it did it.”
    “Me, too,” Nick said, his fingers tickling a trail down Adam’s  back.
    The fact  that that plain little pond might’ve had some healing powers that no one in DeWitt’s pack knew of all this time…
    It was mind boggling.
    Adam wondered if Deacon knew, even before he was killed and
    came back to life. He was always fighting with James over the ownership of that pond, after all.
    Then something occurred to Adam, and he looked up into Nick’s  milky-brown eyes.
    There was no change in them. The pupils didn’t get any bigger or  smaller, suggesting Nick was focusing on an object in front of him.
    Yes, he was still blind.
    “What is it?” Nick asked.
    Adam shook his head. “I would’ve thought that, because the pond brought you back to life, you’d be able to see again, too. You can’t see me at all.”
    Nick brought his mouth down and kissed Adam between the eyes.
    His fingers touched Adam’s lips, and Adam smiled. “I don’t need to see to know when you’re smiling at me.”
    Adam was glad for that. He was glad there were no regrets, and he

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    sank back into Nick’s arms, letting their body heat intermingle.
    “I did see something, though. Right when I was coming back. For  a second I did think my eyesight was going to come back.”
    Adam looked up at him. “What did you see?”
    He envisioned something like that, sight that had not been used in  years, would be more like a foggy haze that Nick would struggle to  see through.
    Nick smiled. “I saw your face.”
    Adam blushed, and he was glad Nick couldn’t see it.
    But Nick’s hands touched his face. “Your cheeks are warm.”
    “Yeah, yeah,” Adam muttered, and then because he absolutely  had to, needed it because they hadn’t made love since before Nick  was shot three days ago, Adam kissed his neck. He allowed his hand  to slip down and squeeze Nick’s thigh, letting the other man know  exactly what Adam was after.
    Nick seemed surprised. “You’re not too tired?”
    “No. Please tell me you’re not either. I really need you right now.”
    Nick was silent for a minute, and for a split second Adam worried  that, for once, his werewolf assassin just might be too tired for sex.
    Instead he said, “Everyone’s sleeping, but their heartbeats and  breathing…it’s not a deep sleep. We’ll have to be quiet.”
    “I can do that.”
    Adam would find a way to have their covert sex silently and unbeknownst to witnesses so long as he got laid in the process. That was how much he needed the