Chapter 51-2
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There was a beep, and I jumped.
From the bed, Finn chuckled hoarsely. “It’s just keeping an eye on my vitals,” he rasped. “Saul was actually excited to use it. Wolves don’t usually require so much monitoring after an injury.”
“You’re awake.”
This idiot. Tension lifted from my shoulders, and I glared at him. “I meant what I said.”
“I know you did. But I’m an idiot, as you pointed out, and I’m not leaving just because the girl tried to kill me. And don’t worry, I’m not telling anyone else that.”
“She’s dead. She was working with Dean.” Reaching over, I placed a hand on his chest. I wanted to see if any of the spell lingered on him, but we weren’t bonded like Troy and I were.
I couldn’t sense anything in him.
“Keep touching me like that, and Troy is going to have my head.”
“Tell me what happened. What can you remember? What did it feel like?”
How did Bridget do it? She wasn’t a witch. neither was Dean. Who spelled him? And us, for that
matter?
What if Lunessa had been there all along, and I was trusting the wrong person? Again.
“I smelled her a scant second before the bitch slit my throat. And when I tried to heal, there was this blackness inside me. It burned everything it touched, and my wolf was trapped. It felt like eons before the darkness lifted and I could finally shift. Then, there was a woman standing over me, and she smelled so strange. I felt the ground shift under me, and then Cas was shouting. The woman
was gone.”
“I need you to think, Finn. When did you feel the darkness?”
“As soon as I called for my wolf.”
Troy was shot and couldn’t shift. I could shift, but I’d been panicked, I rammed right through the spell and didn’t even notice it until I was a wolf.
“Did you smell something strange before Bridget attacked?”
“You mean the witch?” At my raised eyebrows, he chuckled softly. “I knew it was magic keeping me from shifting. Figured it was a witch saving me. Darkwyn coven member?”
“We’ll talk about that when you’re better. Did you smell her before?”
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Great. So they didn’t have to touch us to spell us. Hell, apparently they didn’t even have to be close. We were beyond fucked if I couldn’t figure out how the magic was activated.
“All right. How do you feel now?”
“Tired, but Saul says I should be back on my feet tomorrow. Who’s guarding you now?”
“Amelia.”
At the sound of her name, he perked up a little. “She’s here?”
“She is. I’ll tell her you want to see her.”
“No…I, wait. Don’t do that… Shit. Kiana!” He whisper-yelled.
I just laughed as I walked out of the room.
“He wants to see you.”
As Amelia walked in, I stared at Saul. “You haven’t come to see me.”
“Nor you, me,” he said mildly. “You are the one with the most on her plate right now. I did not want you to have to deal with me if you couldn’t handle it. Not that I want to think of our relationship as a hardship. We could be friends.”
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