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Shit. She pinched her eyes closed for one second to regain control. He did not have time for her to be falling apart.
Very carefully she rolled him flat onto his back. Try as she might, she couldn’t treat him like any other patient that came through the emergency room doors. No, this was her Zeven. Movements that should have come easy without even thinking about them became jerky and unsure. She hadn’t even thought to bring a first aid kit. What could she do?
Deven loomed above her. “Your medicine won’t save him.”
A woman across the room sneered in a high-pitched voice. “Nothing will save him, you useless little doctor.”
She ignored the distraction. “What should I do, Deven? If my medicine won’t work, tell me what to do, how to save him.” She didn’t bother to look at Deven or any of the others who moved restlessly around the courtyard. All that mattered was Zeven.
“You can heal him with magic.”
She shook her head. If only it was that easy… “I’m human. I don’t have any magic.”
“Get your head on straight. Why would I waste your time and his blood if it wasn’t true? He is your mate, and you share his magic. He needs healed. You can do it if you focus hard enough.”
The anguish in his voice was the slap she needed. Deven might act like it didn’t matter, but he cared deeply. He’d give anything to save his brother and he had told her to use magic. If he was betting on magic, then it was surely the best chance they had.
She stroked her hands down over Zeven’s body and thought about what he needed.
“He lies,” the bitchy woman across the room shouted. “Not all humans can be mates to one of our kind. It takes something special to share magic with another. Are you one of the lucky few? I think not.”
Harley stared at her mate. He was everything to her and his life was in her hands. Magic or no magic, she had to save him.
Deven’s hand closed over her shoulder. “Just because the bitch doesn’t love or trust her mate enough to share her power with him, does not mean that Zeven has held anything back from you.” He released her and motioned the encroaching wolves to give them more space. “You know his heart.”
She did, but even if she was wrong… It didn’t matter. She’d try anything, even magic, to save him. Focus. She needed to focus. She thought back to how he’d held her and poured out everything he’d felt, how he’d moved, what he’d done. He’d filled her with his emotions as light and dark as they’d been all of it had been powerful. He felt life so deeply. It was who he was and how he loved.
“Zeven, come back to me.”
She leaned over him, pressing her body close, touching as much of him as she could as if through skin-to-skin contact she could feed her life into him. She imagined all the power and strength that she had turning into heat and sinking into his body. If she gave him half of everything she had, would it be enough? With her cheek to his, she would feel every movement, each shallow breath. With her chest against his she would feel his heart. She’d feel the moment it moved, as soon as the power filled him with enough strength to fill his lungs and pump his blood.
On and on, she willed her strength into him. Until… She finally felt the flutter of his heartbeat.
“I love you, Zeven. You never run, remember? And this time I’m not running either.”Something shifted inside her, jumping her heart to a faster tempo.
Zeven’s chest rose under her as he drew in a shallow breath and then another and a third that was deeper.“Harley.”The single thought was filled with warmth, filled with love.
She continued to hold onto him but loosened her grip enough to see his beloved face.“I’m here, my love. My mate. I’m here with you.”
His golden-brown eyes opened. After two or three fluttering blinks, they cleared and focused on her.
“Lay still. I still don’t know how badly you’re hurt.”She started to rock back to check over his wounds, but his arms came up around her, holding her close.“Zeven…”
“I’m tough, I’ll live, but why are you here?”Instead of looking around, Zeven turned her face and brought their lips together.
The contact was soft, almost delicate. But it cracked the shell of fear that she’d been locked inside. Zeven was alive. They were together and she wasn’t going to let him go ever again.
Deven growled when a couple of the wolves moved forward with a tall lean man. “If you two are just going to suck face, can you do it in the car?”
Zeven caught her hand and held on tightly.“Help me up, Harl. We have something that needs to be settled before we leave.”
“No more fighting, please.”But she braced his arm over her shoulders and helped him slowly to his feet. Amazingly his wounds were already closing, and he appeared stronger by the second. Valàfrn magic was practically miraculous.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Zeven tried to take most of his weight, but if not for Harley he’d be on his ass. But this was no time to take it easy. They needed to get this problem sorted out or the damn Coyote Clan would just come after him again. Next time, they might target Harley as his mate or even Deven since the obvious resemblance labeled him as Rattlesnake Clan even if he didn’t claim the title. He pointed out the man who still stood waiting. “Let that one speak up. He has a story to tell.”
The guy rested a hand on each of the wolves at his side and slowly stepped in front of them. “I am Jose Garcia. I was the son of the alpha before Sheila poisoned him and stole the leadership. She has driven us to ruin and all we wanted was to get free of her cruelty.”
