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Over the next half hour, I patched and set bones as needed.Jack had obviously been held up, but so far there’d been nothing I couldn’t handle.

I made my way through the crowd and spotted Luke.Relief washed through me.He was our youngest coven member, sweet, impressionable, and a little gullible.He hadn’t been answering my calls the last week, and I’d been getting worried.I assumed he’d been staying at his girlfriend’s place.What the hell was he doing here?He better not try to get in that cage; he’d get his fool self killed.I waved at him, and I was positive he’d seen me, but instead of coming over, he took off.

What the hell?

I started after him, when someone grabbed my arm.“Please, can you help my friend?”A male was slumped against his side, pink foam gathering around his mouth.

Shit.Another one.“Put him on the ground.Get back!”I yelled at everyone closing in around us.I was checking his airway when Jack arrived.Thank the goddess.

“We need to pump his stomach.”I grabbed what we needed from my bag.

Jack inserted the tube, and I dipped my head low, letting my hair fall forward to cover my face—and my transformation—as I attempted to draw the residual poison from him with my magic.

Something hit my shoulder, and I was shoved back.

My cousin Bonny stood over me, a look of disgust on her face.“Get your filthy fucking hands off my boyfriend.”She pointed at Jack.“You save him, but that gross demon freak doesn’t touch him.”

Jack looked up at her, and I could tell he was about to tell her to fuck off.I know my cousin, though, and that would only set her off more.No matter what she thought of me or me of her, we needed to save this guy.

I lifted my hands.“It’s okay,” I said to him.

By the look on his face, Jack didn’t agree.I stood, stepping back while the guy’s friends held him down when his convulsions got really bad.

“We need to get him to the clinic,” Jack yelled.

They lifted him, and I followed, rushing for the ambulance.They got him on a stretcher, but even from a distance I could feel his life force weakening.“We’re losing him,” I called to Jack.

“Do your thing, Sutton,” he said and headed for the driver’s door.

My cousin grabbed my arm.“I said you can’t fucking touch him,” she all but shrieked.

“Then he dies,” Jack bit out.“You either let Sutton work on him, or you should say your goodbyes now.”

Hatred burned from her eyes, but she finally nodded and followed me into the back of the ambulance.Jack shut the doors after us and jumped into the driver’s seat.

I held my hands over him, using every bit of healing magic I could to keep him alive while we sped from the parking lot and along the main road, leading us out of Dogwood Park.The whole way, I felt Bonny’s magic crackling around us, ready to attack if anything went wrong.Ready to hurt me because of what I was, as if we’d never played together as children or spent holidays and birthdays together.

“He better not fucking die, Sutton,” she said.

I ignored her and kept working as Jack slowed, turning on the lights and siren, cursing as he tried to ease out of an intersection and into traffic, but no one was letting him through.

That’s when I heard the rumbling sound of an engine so familiar, so comforting, as unique to me as the male who rode that particular bike.I looked up in time to see it round the corner into Dogwood.The rider looked up, and I was positive he saw me before he opened up and tore down the road, heading toward the warehouse.

Jagger.

Jack pulled out, stopping traffic, and gunned it.

That was Jagger.I was positive.

Excitement filled me.He was home.

He was finally home.

ChapterTwo

Sutton

I checked my hair again,smeared on some lipstick, then hustled back into the bedroom to slip on my shoes.Heels.I only wore heels on special occasions, and tonight was a very special night.