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  Derik frowned. "At you?"

  "No, about the killers making us late for grand rounds. "

  "Seriously?"

  "Yes. "

  "Huh. Yeah, we better go talk to this guy. Shit, maybe we can recruit him. "

  "I'm sure," she said dryly, walking the Gauntlet—what everyone called the fifth floor physicians' offices—while Derik fell into step beside her, "that he'd be thrilled. "

  She stopped outside Cummings's office and raised a hand to knock.

  "That door says Dr. Michaels," Derik pointed out.

  "Mmm. It's one of the many ways Dr. Cum-mings tries to ensure interns don't bug him. "

  She rapped twice.

  "Go away, or I'll have you fired!"

  "That's another one," she explained, and opened the door.

  "Oh, wonderful, it's Dr. Nurse Gunn. Or is it Nurse Gunn, Doctor? Don't let the door crush your tiny head on the way out. "

  "This man here," Sara said, indicating Derik, who was openly fascinated by Dr. Cummings's fuzzy eyebrows, "tells me I'm Morgan Le Fay. "

  Dr. Cummings grunted and started pawing through the pile of last year'sLancet.

  "And that he was sent to kill me so I wouldn't destroy the world. "

  Dr. Cummings found the issue he wanted and settled back in his chair. He grunted again, an invitation for Sara to keep speaking.

  "And I was wondering," she continued, feeling foolish, "what you might have to say about that. "

  "I'm surprised the boy's still alive," Dr. Cummings said, not looking up from the magazine. "And disappointed, I might add. I don't have anything to say beyond that, Your Highness. "

  She blinked. Thought that over. Started to speak. Changed her mind. Changed her mind again. Said: "Your Highness?"

  "Well. Youare the sister of a king. A centuries-dead king, but there you go. "

  "Oh, dude," Derik said, and flopped down into the nearest chair. "You're in major trouble, Cummings. "

  "You keep your hands to yourself, werewolf. "

  Sara's mouth fell open. Derik nearly fell out of the chair. "Dude! How'd you know? You are so wo* Pack. "

  "Do I look like I like my steak servedtartare?" Cummings snapped. "It's all over you. Predators walk, stand, move, and run quite a bit differently from the rest of us. If you want to fool Homo sapiens, I'd advise not walking around sizing everyone up like you're wondering how they'd taste. And as foryou, Your Highness," he said, swiveling toward Sara, "what are you doing with this—thisriffraff? Fooled by his over-the-top handsomeness, I've no doubt. Strongly consider killing him, dear. Werewolves are nothing but trouble, and they donot make good husbands. "

  "That's not true!" Derik said hotly.

  "Where's your father, lycanthrope?" Dr. Cummings asked with deceptive courtesy.

  "He's . . . um . . . look, let's stay on-topic, shall we? And don't call me that. Cough up what you know, chum. Right now. " He turned to Sara, who was desperately trying to follow the conversation. "But let's get back to this for a sec—-we dotoo make good husbands. You know—once we find the right girl. "

  Dr. Cummings made a sound. It was not a sound of encouragement.

  "See, most of the guys I know really want a mate—a wife, I mean—and kids. They really do. But there aren't very many of us, and there's tons and tons ofyou guys, so lots of times they don't really think it through before they settle down, and, well, humans are different from Pack, it's nothing to be embarrassed about—"

  "Derik. " She was exasperated—whocared? — and amused at his distress. "Can we stay focused on this whole Your Highness thing? And you!" Dr. Cummings flinched as she shook a finger at him. "Start talking. Start with, 'I moved to Monterey Bay and knew your mother before you were born,' and end with, 'and then you and a werewolf came to my office. ' Startnow. "

  "Yeah!" Derik added.

  "Don't raise your voice to me, pup. " Cummings looked at Sara. "I moved to Monterey Bay because by my art I knew Morgan Le Fay was to be born there in seventy-two hours. I found you at this hospital and befriended your mother. I explained to your mother who you were, but she wouldn't believe me, and forbade me to tell you.

  I kept you safe these many years and looked after you after your mother died. Now Arthur's Chosen is trying to kill you. It has nothing to do with saving the world. They just don't like you. Then you and a werewolf came to my office. " He picked up his magazine again.

  "Oh, dude. " Derik rubbed his forehead. "You are so asking for a heart attack or for your lungs to pop or your eyeballs to explode or something. I mean, I don't evenknow her and that whole story pissed me right off. "

  "My mother?" Sara coughed and tried again. "My mother knew this?"

  "No. You weren't listening, Dr. Gunn, a trait I've discussed with you before. "

  "Sorry," she muttered.

  "Want me to pull his lungs out for you?" Derik asked brightly.

  "Try it, lycanthrope. "

  "I told you not to call me that. "

  "You guys, cut itout!" she snapped. "Finish what you were saying, Doctor. "

  He sniffed. "Well. As earlier, I said your mother refused to believe the truth. And she did. She willfully would not let herself believe. She went to her grave thinking you were like every other kid. She was, in fact, determined you were like every other kid. No matter what she saw. No matter what you did. " Dr. Cummings paused. "A nice woman," he said at last, "but not terribly bright. "

  "Donot talk about Sara's dam like that," Derik growled.

  "It's a free country, whelp, and do I look like I'm worried about irritating someone who licks his testicles during a full moon?"

  Derik's eyes bulged, and Sara choked back a laugh. She knew at once that the big blond stud was not used to humans in their fifties dishing out shit.

  "Okay, okay," she said, holding her hands up. "Let's stay focused. "

  "I donot lick my—"

  "So, Dr. Cummings, why you? Why have you been sticking so close?"

  "To protect you from the occasional moron who wants to kill you because of who you are. " He glanced meaningfully at Derik, whose hands were clenching and relaxing, clenching and relaxing. "Or, rather, who you were. "

  "And those guys this morning?"

  "I told you. Arthur's Chosen. "

  A long silence and, when it appeared Dr. Cum-mings had nothing more to say, Sara said, exasperated, "And who are they?"

  "Buncha losers, probably," Derik muttered. "Out to get you just because they can. "

  "Andyour purpose in our fair town was what, exactly?" Dr. Cummings asked sharply. "I'm sure I can guess. Your alpha gave you your marching orders, and off you went, without a question or a murmur. Typical Pack behavior. "

  "He did not! I mean, I decided to come on my own. Well, um, and what the hell do you know about it, Cummings?"

  Dr. Cummings shrugged, and began rooting around for a pack of cigarettes. Smoking was, of course, forbidden in the hospital. Only Dr. Cummings dared to try. "I spent some time—years— in the company of a lady lycanthrope. She'd been banished from your Pack for some trivial reason, and was lonely. "

  "Where is she now?" Sara asked, interested in spite of herself. She'd never seen Dr. Cummings in the company of anyone but her mother. In fact, there were rumors that he was gay.

  "A new Pack leader came to power, forgave her for her unbelievably minor transgression, and off she went, back to the Cape to live happily catching rabbits with her teeth. "

  "Who was it?" Derik asked. "I probably know her family. "

  "Never you mind. My point is, I wouldn't start pointing fingers at Arthur's Chosen, because your own reasons for being here aren't exactly beyond reproach. "

  "Uh-huh! I'm trying to save the world, pal. Grief from puffing human busybodies I sodon't need. "

  "Arthur's Chosen," Sara said, again trying to bring them back on track. "What's their story?"

  Cummings shrugged and
lit a cigarette. "Rabid followers of the King Arthur legend. You know, of course, that Arthur was betrayed by his half sister, Morgan Le Fay, and it's ultimately why he fell in battle. Arthur's Chosen think that if they get rid ofyou, Arthur will finally return. "

  "So," Derik said, "they're cracked in the head. "

  "Well, yes. They're fanatics. A tough group to reason with. "

  "Just a minute," Sara said. "Morgan's supposed 'evil nature' is legend, not fact. In fact, a lot of people believe today that Morgan's wickedness was the invention of misogynist monks. "

  Both Dr. Cummings and Derik shrugged. Sara resisted the urge to throw up her hands. Men! God forbid they look at history in a woman-friendly fashion. Morgan Le Fay was probably a perfectly nice woman for her time. Strong-willed, sure. But wicked and evil and a dark sorceress? Feh.

  "But how do they know Sara's Morgan?" "The same way I did. The stars, old books, legends, prophecies. How didyou know?"

  "One of my Pack members can see the future," Derik admitted. "She said if I didn't get my butt to Sara's address pronto, the world was gonna blow up, or whatever. "

  "Hmm. Charming. So, what are your plans?" Derik looked blank. Sara said, "Plans?" "To eliminate the threat to your personal safety, to not destroy the world—the prophecies all agree onthat, I'm sorry to say—you know. Your plans. "

  "Uh. . . "

  "Great," Dr. Cummings grumped. "I swear, Sara, you get dumber every year. "

  "Watch it," Derik warned.

  "And you, I suspect, were never the sharpest knife in the drawer. "