Chapter 89

Deidre

The knock came quietly. I glanced at the clock. 9:00 sharp. Smart she-wolf not to keep me waiting.

She opened the door, once again remarkably clean. Good. I didn’t want anything staining my pristine cashmere carpet.

I gestured to the chair opposite my desk without a word, then opened a large drawer within my desk and pulled out the briefcase of medical supplies I had snagged from the infirmary earlier. Mistra’s dark eyebrows rose. “You just keep that on hand?”

I glared, then took her wrist, pushing her loose, dark purple sleeves back to examine the veins of one arm. I clicked my tongue, reaching for the other arm to assess. “This one,” I said, pushing back her second sleeve with a forceful yank. I began to prep her arm and sterilize the area in silence.

Breaking it, she said, “Your bedside manner could use some work.”

I shot her a look that said, “Really?” before shoving the needle into her forearm.

“Ouch!”

“Do you make this much noise when you visit Sirius?” The force w