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call to Misha.
    Bren fired obscenities at Anara. Anara silenced him by ramming the barrel of a gun through his teeth. Cold sweat tore down my spine. I knew what was coming, and I was helpless to stop it.

    I smelled the cursed gold bullets before Anara pulled the trigger.
    I heard my screams overshadow the blast.
    And I watched as Bren crashed to the ground next to the remains of his skull.

Chapter Seven
    Anara released me. But I still couldn’t move. Disbelief and terror held me in place. It was only when his invisible hand smacked me across the cheek that I faced him. He met me with impatience, like I’d somehow inconvenienced him by making him shoot my friend. “You’ve yet to taste the full wrath of my anger, Celia. Break the bond.”
    Anara dissolved into the shadows again. The eerie bays of the wolves followed. I pulled Bren’s limp form against me and wept into his chest. Misha found me moments later, huddled against him, trying to keep his cooling body warm.
    Misha knelt beside me and placed his hand on my shoulder. “Get me the Elder Martin on the phone,” he commanded. To Ying-Ying he said something in Mandarin. Ying-Ying answered softly, then bent before me. Her dark almond eyes pooled with tears. She stroked my hair once before squeezing her hand between me and Bren and covering his heart. She hummed then, sweetly, as if somehow calling Bren home.
    Ying-Ying whispered something to Misha, who in turn spoke to me. “Your wolf is almost dead. His soul partially remains. If he is important to you, I can attempt to save him.” I nodded, unable to speak. He opened his hand. “Give me your wrist.”
    Numbly, I did as he asked. I barely flinched when his incisors grew and punctured my vein. Ying-Ying opened Bren’s mouth while Misha squeezed my blood into him.
    “Martin is on the phone, Master,” a female vampire told him.
    Liz ripped the phone from her grasp and shoved her away. “Fool! Do not interrupt the master during the blood rising.”

    Misha’s lick to my wrist sealed the wound and warmed my body enough to soothe my sobs. Ying-Ying tore open Bren’s shirt, exposing his chest, while Misha bit into his own arm with ferocious aggression.
    Misha poured his blood over Bren’s torso, dripping it directly in the center. “Let the blood of my body and that of my bride return your soul completely. Corpo. Vivo. Mente. Cuore. ” The droplets of blood swirled around and formed what resembled a lowercase “r.”
    Misha repeated the process three times more. Each time the symbol he formed grew thicker and darker with his blood. “Uruz,” Agnes whispered. “The rune of strength and healing.”
    Nothing happened for a long while. I wasn’t sure how long I lay against the cold asphalt, but an eternity could have passed without my knowledge. No one spoke in the deafening silence until Misha stood and offered me his hand. “My darling, his spirit is beyond my reach.” I didn’t move. “Celia, he has left the earth.”
    I clutched Bren’s unmoving form as my tears spilled across my cheeks. “You’re supposed to stay and make me laugh. Who will do that if you’re gone?”
    Time marched forward again without my consent. But then the whisper of a soft breeze tickled my skin. Slowly, very slowly, the scent of magic surrounded Bren’s body. I blinked, unable to believe what I saw. Fragments of bone lifted from the ground and realigned into his skull. His scalp knitted itself across the wound, closing it shut. Hair follicles grew in twists and lengthened to match his mop of curls. I jumped when his flaccid limbs abruptly snapped back into place. My hold on him tightened. He’s healing. He’s coming back. His lids flickered shut and his chest expanded with one deep breath after another. Still, his body remained terrifyingly cold.

    I glanced up at Misha. The Catholic schoolgirls busied themselves licking the trailing blood from his healing wounds. “Consider this a wedding present,” he said. “Now