15
“I f****d up.”
Gia had just closed the door behind her before Logan greeted her with that pithy confession.
Her counterpart was sitting next to a sleeping boy. He was quite young, a wolf cub a little over seven years old. There was stuff all over the floor as if a small cyclone had gone through it. Or a small child—but something told her the little one on the bed wasn’t the culprit.
She smiled at the junior Elemental. “I’m sure you haven’t done anything wrong. Is this our patient?”
“Yes, this is Sammy, short for Sammael. He’s the second victim. He wasn’t doing too good, so I tried something, but now he won’t wake up,” Logan said, her voice tinged with panic.
“Calm down, sweetie,” Gia said. She leaned over the boy, stroking his forehead with her hand.
“What if I made him worse?” L
