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“You’ve got a little…” Sawyer points under his nose and frowns.

Before I can figure out what that means, Cade grabs my face and turns me toward him. “Shit,” he mutters.

I don’t know what is happening, but Sawyer grabs a tissue from the box on the nightstand and hands it to me. I reach out a shaky hand to take it, my limbs notreacting as fast as I would like since my brain feels like cotton candy, and Cade snags it before I can.

Carefully and with a gentleness a wolf his size shouldn’t possess, he wipes under my nose. I feel something there, pooling on the dip over my lip.

When he pulls the tissue away, I’m surprised to see bright red blood staining the white material.

Did I break my mind?

Why is my nose bleeding?

“Don’t do that again,” Cade warns before I can ask any questions.

I glare at him or try to. “You’re not the boss of me,” I murmur, my eyes heavy. I want to sleep and take an aspirin. “Don’t suppose you have any painkillers in your magic bag?”

Sawyer’s expression tells me he’s not impressed with my actions either. “I think your sense is dribbling out of your nose. What were you thinking doing that? You have no idea what you can do. You could have obliterated your mind.”

While that sounds like a terrifying prospect, I shrug slightly. “Worth it if he lives.”

“Your lack of self-preservation scares me,” Sawyer says.

“No more magic until we figure out its limitations,” Cade says.

I don’t agree with him, so I say nothing. He seems to take my silence as an understanding between us, but I’m not doing what any of them tell me to do. This was too big for me, but I didn’t feel this bad after healing Cade, so I just need to be smarter and work slower. Maybemagic works like muscles, and I just need to make sure I build my stamina up before trying to run a marathon.

Jackson’s eyes fly open, and he sucks in a breath as if his lungs needed that air. Everyone turns to him, waiting to see what will happen. I saved him, and that feels amazing. I smile a little, leaning my head against Cade’s chest. I can hear his heart thumping a steady beat, and it seems as if mine matches his beat, only mine feels like it’s trying to jump out of my throat.

“What… what happened?” His confusion breaks my heart.

“You’re okay now,” I tell him, trying to keep my eyes open.

“Yeah, he is, but you’re not.” Cade scoops me into his arms and walks me over to the other bed. Slowly and like I’m the most precious thing in the world, he lowers me onto the mattress. “Rest.”

“What are you going to do?”

He licks his lips. “I’m gonna find a witch.”

Chapter 15

Halle

I’m not sure how long I sleep, but when I wake, Cade and Jackson are sitting together on the other bed, talking in low voices, their phones locked in their hands. Sawyer and Wyatt are nowhere to be seen.

I sit slowly, my head throbbing.

Cade’s attention comes to me. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

I rub my temple. “Like I got hit by a truck.”

Scooting off the bed, he comes to me, pocketing his phone. “You need anything?”

“No,” I assure him, warmth spreading through me. This caring side of him is different from the moody asshole he has been. Who knew all I had to do to get him to stop snipping at me was break my brain? “Where are the others?”

“They’ve gone to get food.”

I blink, trying to clear the exhaustion from my vision. “I need to shower.”

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