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would treat the young one if you brought him to his office.”
    “No fucking way,” Montana growled. “That sounds like a setup to me.”
    “I agree,” Christian said. “It’s too risky. His father is still on a rampage about him, wanted him dead, not thrown out. Why, I’m not sure.”
    “You’re the prince, demand them,” Maverick stated irritably.
    “You know as well as I do that politics get in the way. I could make him come here, and you could bring the young one to my manor.”
    Maverick looked up at Montana.
    Montana didn’t like any of this, but his fireball was getting sicker and no one had a clue why. He couldn’t risk losing his mate, but if anyone tried anything… “Fine, but if any harms comes to my pumpkin, I’ll kill everyone, no discrimination.”
    “Pumpkin? I look forward to meeting the young one.” Christian chuckled.
    “When can you get the doctor there?” Maverick asked the prince.
    “I’ll have him here within the hour.”
    “See you then,” Maverick said.
    “Oh, goody, I’m looking forward to it. Is Keata coming?” Christian asked with a hint of excitement.
    “Only if Cody can play with your entrails.” Maverick chuckled and hung up.
    “What was that about?” Montana raised a brow.
    Maverick shook his head. “When the mates snuck off to a club, that’s when we discovered the vampires had moved into the city. Christian took an instant liking to Keata, wanted him for his own.”
    Montana was shocked at this bit of news. He knew shifters were very protective of their mates. “I’m surprised Cody didn’t kill him.”
    Maverick sighed as he sat back in his chair. “You’ve no idea.”

    * * * *

    Two SUVs pulled up to the manor, the Santiago brothers pulling up behind them on their motorcycles.
    Montana pulled Gabby from the backseat. His mate was curled up into a ball, and his skin was paler than usual, his pupils black. Montana hated the weakened state Gabby was in. All his protective instincts wanted to hurt whatever was harming his mate, but how could he fight the unseen?
    “Do we get to burn this place to the ground?” Tryck Santiago asked as he swung his leg over his bike.
    “You just might,” Montana muttered.
    “Only if you replace my damn Fudgesicle,” Maverick said as he walked by.
    “I told you your name wasn’t on it,” Tryck argued as he followed them up the walkway, his brothers right behind him.
    Montana rolled his eyes. They had been arguing over the ice cream for six months now. He would buy Maverick the damn factory if he didn’t have to hear one more word about it.
    Montana carried his mate into the manor, the prince showing them downstairs and into a bedroom. “The doctor is here. I’ll send him in.”
    Montana nodded and laid Gabby down onto the silken sheets. He sat with his back against the headboard, rubbing his hand over his mate’s back. Four other warriors had come with them, aside from Maverick and the brothers. If any shit jumped off, he would get his rifle from the SUV and pick off every threat in sight.
    “Oh my,” the doctor said as he entered the room. “Poor, Gabby.”
    “I was told to ask you what blood type of blood you were giving him by our resident doctor,” Maverick said to the vampire physician.
    “He was on O negative his whole life. What has he been taking now?” the doctor asked as he set his medical bag on the bed and looked down at Gabby.
    Maverick looked over at Montana. “I’m O negative, so why is he sick?” Montana asked as his hands skimmed over Gabby’s back.
    The doctor ran his hand over Gabby’s hair. Montana growled at the gesture. It may have been concern, but he was still newly mated, and any other man touching Gabby was irritating at best. Nicholas examined his mate, but at least Montana knew who he was.
    “Are you his mate?” the doctor asked as he pushed Montana’s leg aside and began to examine Gabby.
    “Yes, now answer my question,” he bit out.
    “It may be that he is receiving