Page 60 of Sinner's Sacrifice

“Do you want to knight him while you’re at it?” Sam said in an undertone as she shook her head. “Shoo,” she said to Yvgeny. “If you stick around any longer, I’m never going to get that statement written.”

Yvgeny winked at Baz. “I’ve been dismissed.” He sighed as if morbidly depressed and walked out of the police station.

Magnus pulled up in the limo and picked him up.

“Back to the clinic, my friend,” Yvgeny told him. “I’ve been sent shopping.”

“Most regular women want diamonds, nice clothes, and fancy dinners,” Magnus said.

“Well, mine wants IV equipment, saline, and antibiotics.” It was only after the words were out that he realized what he said.

“Does she know you’ve claimed her?” Magnus asked.

“Of course not. If she knew she’d either try to break my nose or she’d run as fast as she could to get away from me.” He considered it. “Possibly both.”

“She’ll be a liability.”

“Women always are.”

“Not if she were one of us.”

“Fifteen percent, Magnus. That’s not a high enough number to make me willing to risk her life.”

“Do you know what family line she’s from?”

“Not yet, but our doctor took a blood sample from her, so I’ll know soon enough.”

They pulled up in the garage of the medical building.

Yvgeny went inside while Magnus waited with the car.

The doctor who’d seen Sam and her friend earlier was waiting for him with a wide toothy smile on his face. “Mr. Breznik, I have the results from Miss Samantha.” If his smile got any wider, his face was going to split in half.

“Why are you looking so happy?”

“Because, she’s got the genetic markers. All of them.”

“All? I thought there were three different sets, most of us have two of the sets, and a few have only one. I didn’t know there were any bloodlines with all of them.”

“There aren’t, or weren’t, sir. She’s not from any of the known bloodlines. This is a completely unknown genetic family. Our numbers have been going down because the known bloodlines were slowly losing those genetic markers that enable us to survive and be changed by the Sweating Sickness. It’s why the success rate has been so low, but Miss Samantha would have a much higher chance of survival. Perhaps fifty percent.” The man was so excited he was nearly bouncing on his feet.

“We need more information about her family. We’ll have to do tests on as many of them as we can to see if this is something they all have or if she is unique.” The doctor grinned again, flashing his filed fangs. “I see no reason why she couldn’t pass her genes on to her children. We would have to carefully vet several possible matches for her to conceive with—”

Yvgeny cut the man off by grabbing him by the collar and jerking him, so he was nose to nose with him. “She is not a cow. You won’t be arranging any breeding partners for her.”

“But—”

“She is mine,” Yvgeny growled.

The doctor lifted his chin in a display of defiance. “Your aunt may feel differently.”

Yvgeny studied him. “You’ve already told her, haven’t you?”

“Of course,” the doctor said. “She was very pleased.”

Fuck. Sam was probably still at the police station. Then she was going to be with Baz. He needed to talk to his aunt to ensure she left Samantha’s security up to him and Baz, until decisions could be made.

Yvgeny released the doctor. “Miss Samantha requires some medical equipment for the hotel. She needs to continue treating a human with IV antibiotics. She has sent me here with a list. Can you supply what she needs?”