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She gathered the ingredients necessary to counteract the deadly wolfsbane. She used her mortar and pestle, added a liquid, then strained it quickly.
She filled a syringe with the working antidote.
Her fingers trembled. Rez had barely a minute to live.
With the syringe in hand, she returned to the continuum then pushed her way back to Rez.
Since she’d spent a full minute preparing the antidote, he now sat slumped against the wall, his eyes barely open, breathing shallow.
One last prayer. “Goddess, help me.”
She stepped into the present, moved close to him, and sat down next to him. She slid her arm around his shoulders and gave a tug so that he fell across her lap. He was closer to death than she thought.
“Stay with me, Mastyr.”
She quickly located the original entry point, pushed the fabric of his black tank aside, then said, “This will hurt like hell, Rez.”
She slammed the hypodermic home.
Chapter Two
Rez’s back arched as something sharp jabbed an already painful wound at the back of his shoulder.
Though his eyes were open, he was blind.
Sweet Goddess, fire ate through his skin where he’d been poisoned. He tried to lift his left hand to reach the wound, but he couldn’t. His body wouldn’t budge, not even an inch to his stern orders.
Except for the fire in his shoulder, most of his body was ice cold, especially his torso. He shivered and his teeth banged against each other. His mind swayed one way, then pivoted to rock the other. He couldn’t focus.
He couldn’t remember where he was or what had happened to him.
Suddenly, he felt pressure on the top of his head. A wave of warmth moved through him and he could finally take a deep breath.
Air helped.
When had he stopped breathing?
The warm waves flowed into his neck and his shoulders. He focused on taking in more air.
One draw of his lungs followed another.
The fire had dimmed in his shoulder, though a deep ache remained and throbbed. The pain was intense.
Slowly, his body began to warm back up and the trembling stopped. He realized he was half-reclining on something soft.
A scent reached his nose, like geraniums. He loved it.
Holly.
She’d found him.
She was healing him. Again.
He released a deep sigh of relief. She’d made it. He’d walked the edge of death and she’d brought him back.
He owed her.
After a time, his vision returned, though his mind still felt loose. Where was he? What had happened to him?
