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I hopped off the table, aiming for the door. “Where?”

Ode followed close behind. “Rex’s bedroom.”

My body flinched at those words. “Whythere?”

“I’m not entirely sure. But also,Sovereignis parked out front.”

“Then we have much to learn.” I glanced back at her as I tried to remember my way around Rex’s manor. “Until we have more information, we should stay together.”

She nodded. “I could not agree more. Where are we going first?”

“Rex’s bedroom,” I said, trying not to assume anything, but when it came to Rex,anythingwas possible. “Is it safe for me to run yet?”

“Run, fight, whatever you want,” Ode said. “The doctor here…”

As much as I wanted to race toward the bedroom in question, the concerned look on her face shot ice through me and I came to an abrupt halt. “What is it?”

“He’s not a doctor. He’s a magician. What he did—that was not healing, as I was taught it. That was purely magical work.” She exhaled a deep, but troubled breath. “You’recompletelyhealed. As in, no down time, no recovery needed. Outside of feeling odd, you’re in perfect health.”

I gulped, understanding her worry. “Do you think…did it cost me my ghost?”

“I do not believe so,” she said, and after a brief pause continued. “But I would not be surprised if it cost you something else. I’m just not sure what it might have been. I tried to stop him, but it was that or you would have died.”

I nodded solemnly. “I understand, Ode. You have no reason to fret.”

She smiled sadly. “I…I didn’t know what else to do.”

“You made the right call. I promise.” I hugged her and hoped I hadn’t lied.

CHAPTER 10

Sarah

Jac’s lips quivered loosely as he gasped hard, collapsing on the bed beside me. They were sweaty from too much exertion and red from too much kissing. It made me smile. Just beyond him, the first cracks of dawn shot rays into the sky, and they were framed by the window, like a beautiful painting.

He panted, trying to catch his breath. “I swear, you’re trying to kill me.”

I giggled. “Not trying to kill you. Just trying to show off my new gift.”

He grimaced. “I never thought I’d say these words, but my cock is sore.”

“Quitter,” I teased.

“Oh, I didn’t say I was quitting,” he said in a low, throaty growl as he rolled onto his stomach and climbed on top of me, his stamina restored. “Do it again. We’ll see who the quitter is—"

A knock on the door startled us both.

“Go away!” I shouted.

“Sarah?”

Our eyes lit up together at the familiar voice, before we scrambled naked from the bed and ran to the door. I flung it open and there he was. “Deacon?” I stared in disbelief.

Ode was behind him, and she quickly turned away, her lips pursed. “I did not need to see all that. I’ll leave you to it.” She darted down the hall.

“We said we’d stay together,” Deacon hollered after her.

“I don’t need to help you withthat!”

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