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audible due to the swelling in her throat. She shut her eyes and focused on trying to take a breath. She needed to slow the progress of whatever was pumping through her system. Her attempt to mutter a stasis spell came out jumbled.
The world swam when she opened her eyes. Everything was blurry and her stomach revolted. Rhys picked her up and was hurrying off the dance floor, shouting, “Jace, something is wrong with Pema! Get your ass over here! She mentioned something about poison!”
“Set her down on the table,” Jace’s voice sounded closer than she expected. It was comforting to hear how calm and collected he was. She knew she was in bad shape and was grateful that the healer was at the club. If anyone could fix her, it was Jace.
“Pema, can you hear me? It’s Jace.” She tried to open her mouth and talk, but nothing worked. She nodded her head or thought she did, it was difficult to tell. “I’m going to put my hands on your stomach. You will feel warmth as I heal you. Stay with me, I need you to talk to me, tell me why you think it was poison. What did you taste? Rhys, grab an unopened bottle of water. Kill, grab a cold cloth.” Jace talked to her and issued orders without missing a beat and she felt hands land on her bare abdomen.
A wonderful, warming sensation began in her belly and spread out from there. Her heart stuttered then stopped, before it continued racing. The swelling was thankfully going down in her throat and she sucked in a breath. “Drink…tasted bitter,” she whispered.
“We can smell it now. Don’t worry, just drink this,” Jace instructed as he helped her sit up slightly with a hand behind her shoulders.
“Pema!” Ronan roared from somewhere across the room. She cracked her eyes open and saw Ronan rush towards her with panic in his eyes. Behind him, she saw Claire being drug from the bar. Was that Cele taking Claire away? Yes, Pema would know that tight bun and stiff spine anywhere. She had no doubt that they were responsible. Glass shattered on the tables around her, causing people to shriek. Through her haze she saw that Isis was pissed. For once, she hoped Isis unleashed hell on the High Priestess and her daughter.
*****
Ronan pushed his way to Pema’s side. He had no idea what had happened, only that Pema was injured. The triumphant gleam in Claire’s eyes as her mother pulled her from the club told him that Claire was responsible. He cursed himself for being so preoccupied with his turbulent emotions.
No matter how much he had wanted to repair his relationship with Claire, he hadn’t been able to shake his desire for Pema. The moment he saw Pema walk in the club, his jaw had dropped open. She looked sexy as hell and every male eye in the place had been on her. Claire couldn’t have been more obvious with her jealousy of Pema.
As he ate up the distance, rage made him see red that Claire had harmed an innocent. He had spent two centuries with her and would never have guessed that she was capable of such treachery. His anger quickly turned inwards that on his first night on the job, he’d failed. He was responsible for the safety of patrons in the club. Yet, Pema had been injured under his watch.
When he crouched next to Pema and grabbed her limp hand, the scent of poison hit him with her every exhalation. “I’m so sorry that this happened. I failed you. I promise nothing like this will ever happen again.” Pema didn’t respond, only closed her eyes as Jace continued his work.
Losing Pema was unacceptable. He had no idea how or why or when this female had gotten so deep under his skin, but she had. The thought scared the shit out of him. The fact that Claire had done this was even scarier. He’d never forget the triumphant expression on her face as she left the club. It was the most chilling sight he’d ever seen.
Thoughts of Claire had him leashing his bear as anger at her actions tore through him. Up until this point, if anyone had asked him, he’d have
The world swam when she opened her eyes. Everything was blurry and her stomach revolted. Rhys picked her up and was hurrying off the dance floor, shouting, “Jace, something is wrong with Pema! Get your ass over here! She mentioned something about poison!”
“Set her down on the table,” Jace’s voice sounded closer than she expected. It was comforting to hear how calm and collected he was. She knew she was in bad shape and was grateful that the healer was at the club. If anyone could fix her, it was Jace.
“Pema, can you hear me? It’s Jace.” She tried to open her mouth and talk, but nothing worked. She nodded her head or thought she did, it was difficult to tell. “I’m going to put my hands on your stomach. You will feel warmth as I heal you. Stay with me, I need you to talk to me, tell me why you think it was poison. What did you taste? Rhys, grab an unopened bottle of water. Kill, grab a cold cloth.” Jace talked to her and issued orders without missing a beat and she felt hands land on her bare abdomen.
A wonderful, warming sensation began in her belly and spread out from there. Her heart stuttered then stopped, before it continued racing. The swelling was thankfully going down in her throat and she sucked in a breath. “Drink…tasted bitter,” she whispered.
“We can smell it now. Don’t worry, just drink this,” Jace instructed as he helped her sit up slightly with a hand behind her shoulders.
“Pema!” Ronan roared from somewhere across the room. She cracked her eyes open and saw Ronan rush towards her with panic in his eyes. Behind him, she saw Claire being drug from the bar. Was that Cele taking Claire away? Yes, Pema would know that tight bun and stiff spine anywhere. She had no doubt that they were responsible. Glass shattered on the tables around her, causing people to shriek. Through her haze she saw that Isis was pissed. For once, she hoped Isis unleashed hell on the High Priestess and her daughter.
*****
Ronan pushed his way to Pema’s side. He had no idea what had happened, only that Pema was injured. The triumphant gleam in Claire’s eyes as her mother pulled her from the club told him that Claire was responsible. He cursed himself for being so preoccupied with his turbulent emotions.
No matter how much he had wanted to repair his relationship with Claire, he hadn’t been able to shake his desire for Pema. The moment he saw Pema walk in the club, his jaw had dropped open. She looked sexy as hell and every male eye in the place had been on her. Claire couldn’t have been more obvious with her jealousy of Pema.
As he ate up the distance, rage made him see red that Claire had harmed an innocent. He had spent two centuries with her and would never have guessed that she was capable of such treachery. His anger quickly turned inwards that on his first night on the job, he’d failed. He was responsible for the safety of patrons in the club. Yet, Pema had been injured under his watch.
When he crouched next to Pema and grabbed her limp hand, the scent of poison hit him with her every exhalation. “I’m so sorry that this happened. I failed you. I promise nothing like this will ever happen again.” Pema didn’t respond, only closed her eyes as Jace continued his work.
Losing Pema was unacceptable. He had no idea how or why or when this female had gotten so deep under his skin, but she had. The thought scared the shit out of him. The fact that Claire had done this was even scarier. He’d never forget the triumphant expression on her face as she left the club. It was the most chilling sight he’d ever seen.
Thoughts of Claire had him leashing his bear as anger at her actions tore through him. Up until this point, if anyone had asked him, he’d have
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