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Far from it. “How long ago did he leave?”

“I’d reckon five minutes.” Her voice dropped to barely a whisper. “Is he a body taker?”

“Not quite.”

“That man gives me red flag energy. Should I avoid him?”

“Yes, but that’s all I can tell you at the moment. Stay and enjoy the pool, though, now that he’s gone.”

I hung up and glanced at Jinx. “So much for rest and recovery.” At least I knew Dr. Adam was doing his part. It wouldn’t be long before I heard from him.

I dragged myself to the refrigerator to scrounge for food, completely forgetting Penny’s intrusion until I spotted the Tupperware container with a bright yellow sticky note. She’d written “feel better soon” in pink glitter pen.

I opened the container and inspected the contents. Ham and cheese casserole with peas. Not bad.

I heated the casserole in the microwave and ate it straight out of the container. Classy, thy name is Maya.

I jumped at the trill of my phone. I was tempted to ignore it and finish the casserole until I saw Dr. Adam’s name on the screen.

I hit the speaker button. “Any news?”

“I think you’ll want to come to my office for this one.”

Right. I snapped the lid on the casserole and returned it to the fridge. Jinx meowed her concern.

“Whatever it is, I can handle it,” I told her. “I used to deal with much worse than Keith Irwin.”

Jinx didn’t appear convinced.

I hustled to my golf cart and drove to the healer’s office. I still felt a little sluggish. Hopefully I’d rebound as the day progressed. I had a feeling I was going to need every ounce of strength I possessed.

Dr. Adam was alone when I arrived.

“Good news or bad news?” I asked.

He held up a tube. “This can’t be his blood.”

“Why not?”

He walked over to his microscope. “Look at his sample on the slide. What do you see?”

I squinted through the lens and swallowed a squeak. “Gold flecks.”

“A werewolf’s blood doesn’t have gold flecks.”

No, it didn’t. But Keith was a werewolf. He was known by Knox and Chaz. He’d served in the Dogs of War.

And yet the evidence was right there on the slide.

Keith Irwin was a god.

I staggered back from the microscope. The situation was even worse than I realized.

“What are you going to do?” Dr. Adam asked.

There was only one idea I hadn’t pursued, mainly because it involved a visit to someone off the island. Someone from my past I didn’t expect to ever see again. Someone who was just as likely to betray me as she was to help me.

But for the sake of Evermore, it was a chance I had to take.