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CHAPTER 8

Emily finished talking to someone on her phone. Then she reached past me and touched her brother’s shoulder.

“Oh God,” she gasped. “Tristan, don’t you dare die on me!” She yanked repeatedly at the door handle, her once smoothly styled French twist flying loose in all directions.

“Together on three,” I told her, grabbing the windowsill of the door, ignoring bits of glass as they ground into my hands. “One, two, three.”

We jerked as hard as we could, and the door burst open so quickly we landed on our butts in the grass. I scrambled to my feet, fighting the stupid heels as they sank into the soft dirt. Emily must have more practice with heels. She was already back at Tristan’s side, her hand pressed to his shoulder again.

“We have to get him out,” she muttered. “Then I can work on him better.”

“Do you know what you’re doing?” I asked. What if moving him made his injuries worse?

“We have to try. The ambulance won’t be here for another five or ten minutes. And his pulse—”

“I know.” I didn’t want to hear her say what I already knew, that his heartbeat was way too weak. That we were losing him.

We couldn’t lose him. I couldn’t lose him. I didn’t care if I couldn’t be with him. I had to know he was alive in this world somewhere. Otherwise I’d go crazy.

“Okay, get his feet,” I said as I grabbed his shoulders and tugged him toward me. Emily squeezed in between me and the door and freed his feet from the twisted frame and steering column.

Somehow we got Tristan out of the truck and onto the ground. I cradled his head in my lap, stroking the blood away from his forehead, while Emily knelt on her knees at his side.

“There’s so much broken,” she whispered.

“Please,” I murmured, begging her, begging God, begging a universe that had been nothing but cruel to me, in the hope that maybe it would finally answer just one request.

Emily closed her eyes and pressed her hands to Tristan’s chest as if she were about to do CPR. But she never pushed down. Instead, she sat perfectly still, her palms laid flat on the stained red and white shirt. The skin on my arms and the back of my neck erupted in prickles of pain far stronger than I’d ever felt before, even when Tristan was using magic while fighting Dylan. That had been a fire ant attack. This was like being in the middle of a swarm of really ticked off wasps. God, she was a strong witch. But was she strong enough?

If only I’d been allowed to learn how to use magic....

I bent over him, the pain in my chest my own now, the staggering force of it curling me over. Blood streamed from a gash in Tristan’s forehead near his left temple, and the bloodlust was there in the distance, wanting my attention. But nothing could dull the sheer terror pounding through my veins now, not even the bloodlust.

“Please, Tristan, stay with me,” I whispered against his forehead, my lips moving against the only clear area at his right temple, his hair brushing my nose and cheek.

And then I heard it. A strong, solid heartbeat, followed by more of the rapid, barely-there taps.

“Again, Emily,” I whispered.

More pinpricks stabbing at my arms and neck as she ramped up the energy level.

Another strong heartbeat beneath my fingertips. And another. And another, each one evening out the rhythm into a steady pulse again.

Tears streamed down my face now. I looked up at her for confirmation, needing to know I wasn’t imagining it.

“He’s coming back!” she cried out, grinning.

“That’s it, Tristan,” I murmured, stroking bits of glass out of his hair. “Keep fighting. Come back to us.” Come back to me.

Wailing in the distance. The ambulance was here. They pulled to a stop on the road, two figures jumping out from the cab to unload a gurney from the back end of the vehicle.

“He’s going to be okay now, I think,” Emily murmured. “A few stitches here and there and some broken bones that’ll have to be reset, which I’m sure the Clann will help heal faster. But he’ll be okay.”

I held Tristan’s right hand as the emergency workers wrapped a brace around his neck then got a stretcher under him so they could lift him up onto the gurney. When they carried him toward the van, I kept holding on, walking beside Tristan. He still hadn’t woken up. I needed to see those green eyes looking back at me before I could be sure he’d be all right.

“Ma’am,” one of the emergency workers said to me. “You have to let go so we can load him.”

“I want to go with him.”

Emily laid a hand on my forearm. “You can’t. I called my parents. They’re on the way to the hospital already. They’ll be there waiting.”

“I don’t care. I have to go.”

“You can’t,” Emily said, more firmly this time. “You know what will happen.”

“Please,” I begged her. “I have to know he’ll be all right.”

“He will be. But you have to let him go now.” She leaned in close and whispered, “Please don’t make me use magic on you to save you. I know you love him. I promise I’ll call with updates.”

At that moment, I almost hated her. But some more logical part of me made me let go of his hand and step away.

“What’s your friend’s number?” she asked as the emergency workers slid Tristan into the ambulance.

“What? Why?”

“Because I’ve got to follow them. You need someone to come pick you up.”

I told her Anne’s number, and she punched it in. She didn’t have to say much before Anne agreed to come get me.

“She says she’ll be here in ten minutes,” Emily said after ending the call. “Now what’s your number?”

I looked at her in confusion, my mind too focused on the closing ambulance doors to be able to process her question.

She touched my shoulder. “Savannah, I need your number so I can call you with updates.”

“You’ll really call me?” I asked.

A smile tugged at her lips. “I said I would, didn’t I? Didn’t Tristan ever tell you I always keep my promises?”

So I told her my number. Then I wondered where exactly I’d left my phone. Maybe Anne had it.

She punched the number into her phone. “Are you going to be okay till she gets here? Do you want me to stay with you?”

“No!” Panic made me nearly shout. The driver for the ambulance threw a quick glance over his shoulder as he climbed in behind the wheel. “No, please follow them.” She would be my only contact at the hospital. My only way of knowing if Tristan got worse.