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silent. Only his breathing signaled that he was still alive. My mind started going through all the different healing herbs and spells that might work in this situation. If he became unable to tell me what I would need to do to reverse this then I’d have to figure something out on my own. Soon I’d have to hop off the freeway and begin battling the Seattle streetlights and intersections. Thankfully it was the middle of the night so traffic should be pretty sparse.
    “We’re almost there, baby,” I whispered. “Almost there.”
    “You can’t trust your aunt,” he mumbled, startling me. “My mom might be suspect too. Jenny and Angela might be helpful or at least a good place to hide in Colorado.”
    “Stop it,” I replied.
    “Your father will stop at nothing until he gets what he wants. You’ve got to figure out what that is. It’s not just you he covets.”
    “Knock it off, Logan. You aren’t going anywhere. Quit acting like you’ve got to tell me everything now. Save your energy. If anything, tell me what to do to reverse this,” I replied.
    “I love you, Triss. Always have and always will,” Logan replied softly as he moved his hand to my leg.
    His breathing quieted. My eyes filled with tears as I turned the car onto the Seattle exit. I would not let it end this way.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 7
     
     
     
    I slid the car up to the curb in front of my aunt’s apothecary shop with a hard stop. Logan’s breath was almost inaudible as I jumped out of the car. I ran to the shop door, unlocked it quickly and propped it open while trying to figure out how I would get Logan inside. I couldn’t drag him, but I couldn’t lift him either.
    Sliding my arm under his back, I resisted the urge to raise his shirt to peek at the injury. That would only delay getting him inside. I would see it soon enough.
    A strength I didn’t know I possessed ran through my veins as I attempted to lift him from the car. Wrapping his arm around my neck, I heaved him partially onto my back as we moved toward the shop. His breathing was shallow, but it was still there. I felt one step closer to getting him back. I only wished he would open his eyes — his beautiful eyes. Forcing back my tears and doubts, I held onto his arm as we made our way to the concrete sidewalk.
    We were only about ten feet from inside the store yet every step felt like a struggle with this amount of weight perched on me. Logan’s legs would sometimes take a step and other times only drag, but we would make it. We had no choice.
    Making it to the doorway, I scanned where to place him on the floor when it hit me. Several large workbenches, where my aunt, mom, and I often mixed tinctures and oils, seemed like the perfect option. Instead of every step feeling like a struggle, it felt like a victory.
    “Almost there,” I whispered not sure if he would even hear me.
    The overwhelming smell of whatever my aunt was working on last filled the air. It was an odd mixture of sweetness. It wasn’t a combination I was familiar with.
    Finally landing on the last table, I turned my body to gently wriggle out from under Logan. Trying to work as fast as I could without causing further pain, I climbed on the tabletop, and began hauling him onto the planked surface.
    “Come on, baby. We’ve got this.”
    His eyes were closed, skin pale, and shirt completely saturated with a deep crimson as I struggled to pull him into place.
    “Now about that reversal spell…” I said quietly, not expecting an answer, but praying for a miracle.
    I wasn’t sure if I should start trying to heal the slice on his skin or the possible infection that the spell referred to, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to figure anything out until I raised his shirt to assess the injury. I had no idea what to expect, but I was usually pretty capable around people’s injuries. At least that’s what I told myself.
    I ran behind the counter and grabbed a whole bunch of towels. Folding