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Ow. Pain raced through her body as she regained consciousness. Logan cracked an eyelid, but even that hurt.
There was nothing but white above her. Crapulence. Had she died? Had the Mother called her home?
“Logan, thank God!”
Connell’s anxious face appeared above her, and her body rolled into his as he sat next to her. They were on a bed in an unfamiliar room. His weight was enough to displace her, the staff she held tightly in her hand knocking into his knee.
“Maybe you’ll let that go now,” he said gruffly. “I couldn’t get it out of your hand when you were unconscious. Neither could my dad. It was the damnedest thing, but your grip was supernaturally tight.”
No wonder her hand ached. With a wince, Logan lifted the bo staff straight above her. For a second, she thought her hand was
