“It is part of the heart of the first Lycan.” Selene moved the gelatinous mass towards Archer’s lips, put the jar back in the cooler without the lid and opened his jaw. She then put the scoop of heart into his mouth and closed his jaw.

“Now what?” Scarlet felt like her body was buzzing from the power that drenched her nerve endings.

Selene dipped her fingers into her own mouth sucking the blood off them with closed eyes and a blissful expression. She closed the jar and zipped up the cooler bag again, then placed it with care on the side table of the bed.

“Now we wait.”

Scarlet inched forward to the furthest edge of her chair, her body taut like a spring under pressure, waiting.

Archer’s back bowed off the bed and he gasped. It looked like someone had hit him with cardio paddles.

A slow smile spread across Selene’s lips as he collapsed back down to the bed.

Scarlet shot out of her chair, and Zane took a few steps closer to Archer.

Selene took the wadding off Archer’s chest and they all watched in amazement as the wound knitted closed.

“Fuck me. That’s CGI at its best,” Zane muttered.

“Nifty, huh?” Selene gave him a dazzling smile. “He’ll be fine now, but I still want to know what caused this.” She glared at Scarlet, and Scarlet felt uncomfortable under the intensity of the stare.

“I didn’t hurt him,” she said through clenched teeth. “I wouldn’t hurt Archer.”

“That remains to be seen. If you did hurt him—”

Her threat was left unspoken because Archer’s eyes snapped open.

“She didn’t do this.” His voice sounded rough, and he cleared his throat.

Selene snapped her head around, then threw herself over Archer’s chest. “Archer, baby, you are okay.”

Scarlet smelled something burning and dropped her eyes to her hands. She’d clenched the sleeves of her shirt in her palms, and tendrils of smoke were drifting up from the fabric. Scarlet unclenched her palms and rubbed them across the seat of her jeans to quench the tiny flames dancing on her skin.