Gem made promises to check in soon and left Blaspheme to observe the surgery in peace. Not that she planned on crying, but as tired as she was, she couldn’t take any chances. Now that the False Angel enchantment was fading, Blaspheme’s tears were probably not liquid sex or toxic anymore, but she didn’t want to test that theory.
You don’t want to accidentally poison someone. False Angels’ tears are an aphrodisiac to some, toxic to many. No witnesses, her mother always told her. So much had happened in the last few hours, and she felt like she was going to break down at any minute. “You sure? Because I can stay.”īlaspheme liked Gem, but right now she just needed some space. “Can I bring you anything?” Gem asked as she sank down in the seat next to Blaspheme. “Let’s get you settled.”īlas, exhausted and worried, allowed the other female to take her into “the box,” where she watched Soduchi and the rest of his team work on her mother. Gem slung her arm around Blaspheme and guided her toward the operating room’s viewing area. It had been the perfect time for Eidolon to poach him-and several other ter’taceo medical specialists who had been working at human hospitals and clinics. The noted cardiac surgeon was a werewolf, and when the apocalyptic shit had gone down, his true identity had nearly been exposed in all of the chaos. Soduchi had been a more recent addition to Underworld General, stolen away from the Mayo Clinic a couple of months ago. Bane, one of several Seminus demon brothers Eidolon had hired, was extremely talented, even beyond his natural healing abilities. But right now, she was more worried about her mother. We’ll address it at the next staff meeting so it doesn’t happen again.” Your old home phone number was in the records, and when that didn’t work, someone tasked someone else to call your cell… it was a fuckup. “An hour ago? Why didn’t anyone call me?” A team was able to revive her, and we got her into surgery right away.” “Gem!” Panting from exertion, Blas came to a grinding halt in front of the other physician. As the door to the operating room came into view, Gem stepped out, her blue-striped black hair tucked under a surgical cap. She took off at a sprint, skidding around corners and crashing into equipment and carts in the halls. “She’s been transferred here from the clinic and taken to OR three,” Bridgette said.
“My adoptive mother, yes,” Blas ground out. The adoptive part of the equation would be dropped in conversation eventually, and then the speculation as to how Blaspheme could be a False Angel if her mother was a fallen angel would start.
Even though she’d stressed the adoptive mother thing, she knew how rumors worked. “Your mother?”ĭammit, Blas hadn’t wanted that to get out. The nurse, a new vampire recruit named Bridgette, looked up from her computer. Rushing past a Croucher demon who was holding his own bloody ear in his clawed hand, she slammed her palms down on the reception desk. Instantly, the gate opened into UG’s bustling emergency department. Instead, she punched Underworld General Hospital’s caduceus symbol, right next to the smaller clinic symbol that would have taken her to the clinic’s Tube platform entrance. The moment the gate closed behind her, the walls inside the dark space lit up with glowing maps of both Sheoul and the Earthly realm, but she didn’t need either of those. Blaspheme hit the nearest Harrowgate at a run.
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