“Hey Ellie, did you page me?” a female voice asked. “Yeah. Serenity, can you use your magic to help the sedative along?” A pretty red-head appeared over him. “Oh, you poor thing. You’re exhausted.” “He is?” he heard his mate ask. “Meryn avoided the room because she thought he turned into a zombie,” Ellie said, grinning. “She hates zombies.” “Who doesn’t?” Cas asked.
