Kelley Armstrong

All right, then. Emergency medical situation, take two. ” He leaped to his feet, staggered, keeled over, then lifted his head weakly. “Chloe? Is that you?” He coughed. “Do you have my insulin?” I placed it in his outstretched hand. “You saved my life,” he said. “How can I ever repay you?” “Undying servitude sounds good. I like my eggs scrambled. ” He held up a piece of fruit. “Would you settle for a bruised apple?” I laughed.