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Kurtis stops breathing.
What do I do?
My hands tremble.
I recall the sensation of Dante’s healing in an attempt to reverse engineer how to do it. When he used it on me, I imagined the energy being pulled into his body and then flowing into mine through his hands.
I now know I can direct energy, so I just need to do that in a different way, right? Use the energy to heal and not blast.
I scoot closer to hold Kurtis’s head in my lap and apply additional pressure to the wound.
Fear rises inside me again, and with it, I realize it’s just another form of energy. I visualize channeling the energy down my arms and into him, and I feel something move inside me, but it isn’t the same as Dante’s healing.
Dammit, I can’t use myfear.
I have to use the proper intention with magic. That’s Magic 101. I latch onto the feeling of harmony and love. I’ve had little of that to draw from, but the glimmers of it seem to be enough, and I begin to buzz with an energy similar to Dante’s.
I focus my intention to bring him back to life.
With my mind’s eye, I see a ghost-like image of Kurtis hovering just above us, an etheric cord linking the specter to his body.
Kurtis’s soul quickly slips away. I chase after him, but then I realize I’m not in my body anymore.
I sense there’s a place up ahead that I don’t want Kurtis to go. Not yet.
A wild thought comes to me as I see his etheric cord stretch thin, leading all the way back to his body. I reach out and yank on it as hard as I can. Pulling Kurtis’s ghost with me, I tumble back into my physical form.
Kurtis sucks in a breath, and I feel his pulse under my fingertips.
Did that really just happen? Or did my imagination make up the entire trip?
I wonder about that for over ten minutes as I drain my energy to heal the damage I caused. Otherwise, he might just slip into death again. The bleeding has stopped, but he’s still concussed. There might be internal bleeding on the brain.
I hear a car screech to a stop, followed by the crashing footsteps of two men.
Dante finds us first. “Tessa?” He appears confused by me holding Kurtis in my lap. My top is gone, and my hands and stomach are covered in blood. “Are you hurt?”
I shake my head.
Evan runs toward me, and both of them fall to their knees on either side of Kurtis.
“I knocked him off me,” I say, desperate for them to understand. “I didn’t mean to hurt him like this.”
Evan touches Kurtis’s forehead. “He has a concussion.” His hand glows as he works.
“Is he going to be okay?” I ask. I feel hollow and have nothing left inside me to create tears.
Dante touches my shoulder. “It looks like you sealed the wound right away, so he should recover.” He rubs my goosebump-covered skin. “You’re freezing.”
He pulls his long-sleeved shirt off and slides it over me. “How did you heal him? We haven’t taught you that trick yet.”
“I don’t know.” I let him help me thread my arms into the long sleeves. I feel like a child, but I’m comforted by the nurturing act.
Dante is not the playboy right now. He’s my caretaker, and my heart melts a bit for him.
“We should get him to the car and take him in through the front door. We can cover our tracks by making it seem like this happened on a job.” Evan braces himself, then picks Kurtis up.
