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Exhaustion wrapped around her like a heavy
blanket holding her so tightly she could barely move. She forced
her eyelids up enough to see they were in the garage of Michael’s
home, but she couldn’t keep them open longer than a couple of
seconds.
Her brain roused, though, as she was lifted
out of the truck. Memory returned, in disconnected pieces at first,
then in larger chunks: the trip to Arizona, finding Michael’s
colleague dead, the return, and the battle with unseen wizards
trying to trap or kill them.
She leaned against the solid chest of the man
carrying her up the stairs and wound her arms around his neck. His
heartbeat thumped beneath her ear. The sound brought both relief
and comfort. His arm beneath her knees felt warm and strong. Warm
air surrounded and cush
