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right way to handle such a situation. What the heck. “Hi, Sarah. I’m Lizzie—the woman whose life you saved a few days ago.”
    She reached out her right hand and clasped Sarah’s limp, pale fingers. Hanging onto Sarah’s hand, she reached behind her and pulled a chair close, sitting down and making herself more comfortable. Very little was known about Sarah’s condition, so there was no way to know if she was aware of anything happening around or to her. Since the experts didn’t know, there was a chance that Sarah could understand. Lizzie owed her so much more than a conversation, but that was as good a place as any to start.
    “Harrington arranged the very best of care for you.” Lizzie looked around the room. “You have plenty of sunlight and fresh flowers. They’re beautiful—pink and yellow and white. And you have a very pretty nightgown that’s just like a dress, perfect for having company over.” Lizzie smiled. “If you can call me company.”
    Harrington told her that a number of healers had evaluated Sarah but none could pinpoint the cause or provide a cure. The good news was that her condition was stable. She was breathing on her own. And there didn’t appear to be any damage to her brain—though an extended amount of time in a coma, regardless of the cause, was problematic and likely to have a negative impact on her cognitive abilities upon waking.
    “I’m sorry this happened, Sarah. I’m sorry I couldn’t stop him sooner. If I knew how I did it, if I had known I could stop him, if…well, if things had been different, maybe you wouldn’t have been hurt.” Lizzie thought long and hard about her next statement, but she thought it was the right thing to do. “He got away. Worth got away. He was injured, but not so badly that he couldn’t slip through a solid wall to vanish into a neighboring home and from there likely into another country.”
    Lizzie wasn’t sure where her next words came from. But out they came. “We’ll fix this, Sarah. Even if I have to go straight to the source, we’ll figure out what’s wrong and fix this.” Once said, she couldn’t unsay the words. As she thought of Worth—the source of Sarah’s illness—her strongest memories were of his impeccable dress and manners. And, of course, of the last time she’d seen him, so far removed from his normal appearance. His face was bloodied, red oozing from every orifice. She didn’t want to unsay the words.
    The sight of Sarah’s almost lifeless form stretched out on the bed brought back a vivid memory of Worth sucking her magic, her vitality away. Lizzie remembered the particular feel of Sarah’s magic—spell caster magic— and how it was different from what she’d felt as Worth had begun to suck that same vital force from John. She shuddered. It was horrifying. It was almost as if Worth had slit open a vein and let their blood drain away—but something even more personal and vital than their blood had been stolen. Blood could be easily enough replaced. What Worth had stolen seemed to be unique. Lizzie thought of it as magic, but she couldn’t really pinpoint what exactly he’d stolen. If it was only Sarah’s magic, wouldn’t she still be conscious but without her magical abilities? Lizzie feared Worth had stolen a piece of Sarah’s soul as he’d sucked away her magic. If not soul, then something that made Sarah…Sarah.
    Lizzie heaved a huge sigh and said, “I’m sorry, Sarah. I’m not really up on the metaphysical, and it’s making my brain hurt to try to wrap my head around it all.”
    “Hmm. You’re not the only one.” Lizzie jumped at the sound of a voice—British, male, clipped, and clear. Thank goodness it was a man who had startled her, otherwise she’d have thought Sarah was talking back to her…and that she’d well and truly gone around the bend.
    Lizzie turned to see a young man, maybe mid to late twenties, standing near the door. He was tall with a spare frame and a shock of