My Defender (Bewitched and Bewildered Book 8)(4)

By: Alanea Alder

She laughed. "Look at him: Super Fang!"

Bethy rolled her eyes. "You can't call him Super Fang."

Meryn shrugged, and everyone knew she would ignore Bethy and call Benji whatever she wanted. "He's cute."

Dr. St. John slumped back in his chair. "I'm not ashamed to admit I feel out of my depth. I have no idea how to treat children. In fact, I'm not quite sure how to treat adult shifters either; they don't get sick. Broken bones and stitching up wounds I can handle, but I can't tell if the children have fevers or are just running warm. I'm not even sure of the correct dosage or even what medications to give them."

Kari turned to Magnus. "I have a friend in the city where I used to live before setting up my business. She is a pediatrician. I met her when we worked with the director of her hospital getting him set up with an assistant. She is brilliant. I could call her and see if she knows someone who could help."

Magnus nodded. "See if she is able to come. I am willing to pay all her expenses, whatever she needs."

Kari stood, cell phone in hand. "I will give her a call. She is an early riser so I know she will be awake." She left the dining room, walking toward the antechamber. Grant ate his toast with one hand while keeping an eye on Benji. He looked up and caught Adriel watching him closely.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing, you look very natural doing that."

Grant shrugged and handed Benji his little sippy cup from the baby bag.

Declan chuckled. "Are you going to do patrols with him?"

Grant nodded. "His foster mom needs a break. It's not like he's hard to care for; he's a good baby."

Meryn chuckled wickedly. "Those sound like famous last words."


Ellie wiped her hands down her slacks nervously. Her palms were sweaty and her heart was beating out of control. It wasn't often that she was called into her boss' office. He mostly left her alone to treat her patients and do her research. Almost all of the executives at the hospital were paranormals. Vampires, shifters, and witches worked together to help human children fight their illnesses and diseases. To her, it was unfair that humans were so fragile and their children even more so. It seemed like every disease could kill them so quickly. She was surprised they had grown to the numbers they had. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Enter," the haughty male voice called out.

She turned the doorknob and stepped into the room. "Mr. Redly, you wanted to see me?" she asked.

The slightly balding, pudgy man nodded and pointed to the chair in front of his desk. After she sat down, he continued to flip through his papers. "Eleanor, I'm going to be honest and make this quick. We're going to have you stay home for tonight's meeting."

She blinked. "Excuse me?" she asked. The presentation at tonight's fundraiser was to go over the project she was responsible for. They were hoping to raise enough money to continue her research. So far, she had funded it herself, but if they wanted to continue it further, she was going to need help. "But sir," she protested. "This is my project. I'm the one doing the presentation. I have to be there."

His beady eyes narrowed. "We have asked Megan to do the presentation." Ellie's mouth dropped. "You must be joking. She's an intern!"

"It will be good experience for her," her boss countered.

"She knows nothing about the project. A lot of sick children will benefit from this research. Megan won't be able to answer any questions about the formulas or components."

"Megan emanates the type of image that this hospital wants to maintain," Redly replied.

Ellie's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean image?"

Redly sighed and gave her a deprecating look. "Eleanor, even you have to admit that you look sloppy. Maybe if you lost some weight, though being an elephant shifter, I'm not sure that's possible." He shrugged.

Ellie couldn't believe he was trying to talk to her about weight loss; he could stand to lose more weight than her. "You're telling me that, because you think I need to lose weight, I'm not going be able to do the presentation on the project I've been working on for the past six years?"

"It's not that you need to lose weight exactly. We, the Board of Directors and I, don't feel as though you put forward a polished image."

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