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“We should call an ambulance,” I snapped. “Maybe the healers can do something for her.”

Eric huffed. “Fat chance.”

He stepped closer to the girl, the same look in his eyes, the look of a cold-blooded murderer.

I had just opened my mouth to say something I would surely regret when Eric slipped his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed three numbers.

“9-1-1 what is your emergency?”

I heard the dispatcher’s voice as if she’d been standing right next to me. My hands jerked to my ears.

What the hell?

Standing frozen, I listened to Eric’s exchange with the operator. I heard every word she said without difficulty, feeling like a sneaky eavesdropper. From this distance, I shouldn’t be privy to what she was saying. Being able to listen to things I wasn’t supposed to seemed like a recipe for trouble. As soon as I had that thought, my ears popped, and suddenly, I could only hear Eric. I tried tuning in the operator again, and there she was saying that an ambulance was on its way.

Wow!

I was still grappling with this new skill, when Eric disconnected the call and said, “You’d better leave. Unless you want to be questioned by the police.”

Leaving felt wrong, but I had things to do at the office, and police reports would only tie me up. More importantly, I didn’t want any record of my involvement with Eric Cross.

“Um, I have a busy schedule today.” I hooked my finger toward the exit and walked backward. “Lots of clients to see and potions to make.”

I grinned like an idiot while he stared, looking annoyed. Dying vampires, illegal drugs, the police. Nope, I have enough with trying to whip Red into shape.

“Toodles.” I wiggled my fingers, turned tail, and ran out of there.

Chapter 19

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“HOLY SHIT. THAT SOUNDSintense,” Rosalina said as I finished telling her everything that had happened during my visit with Eric earlier that morning. “I don’t even know what to say.”

I sighed, feeling exhausted. We were at the office, Rosalina at her desk while I sat across from her. After I’d left Eric’s, I’d gone back to her place to shower and change. She’d still been in bed, so I’d avoided any questions until we got in my Camaro and drove here. It took me the length of our commute to tell her everything, sparing no detail. Now, I felt much better, though worry and guilt were building quickly.

“I have to talk to Aaron and Josh. I have to tell them that...” I couldn’t say it.