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Army of Darkness
Miranda
I didn’t stop to think, only dropped to my knees, immediately reaching for Cat’s wrist. Thank the Goddess — there was her pulse, too fast, but strong enough.
Rafe’s stricken gaze met mine. “Is she…?”
“She’s okay,” I said. “She just passed out. We need to get her to a couch or something.”
Nodding, he bent and picked her up, then left the muttering Nina behind and headed back the way we’d come, back to the living room. Once there, he set Cat down on the sofa. Her head lolled on the pillow, dark hair streaming over it almost to the floor.
Rafe straightened, staring down at his sister. His expression was a tortured combination of anger, fear, and confusion. “What the f**k is going on?”
I didn’t have a clue. “A different kind of spell?” I suggested. “One that
