gone, and the world was a darker place for its loss.
Logan came into the room with his woman, Hope, at his side.
“What did you find out?” Torr asked.
Logan’s bleak expression said it all. Even the unearthly beauty of his kind couldn’t mask the ugly truth. “I was unable to locate help. I’m sorry.”
“What do you mean?”
“Tynan is the strongest healer among us. There are only two more in the world whose skills surpass his. One died a few days ago. The other is sleeping.”
“Then wake him up.”
“It’s not that easy, Torr. He went to sleep because he was too weak to continue.”
“I’ll give him my blood. He can have it all.” He didn’t care if he died, so long as Grace lived.
“It’s not enough. I’m sorry. You have to let her go.”
Torr’s grip on Grace had grown too tight, and he had to consciously relax his hold on her delicate fingers. “No.”
“It’s cruel to leave her hooked to these machines. She gave you a gift—one which you are squandering with your thoughtlessness.”
“I want her to live.”
“She’s human. Even if the device hadn’t paralyzed her, she would have died in a heartbeat of time.”
“A lifetime.”
“A brief, human lifetime. Your suffering is inevitable. The sooner you let her go, the sooner her pain can end and your healing can begin.”
Torr was never going to get over what he’d let Grace do to herself. Even if she survived, he’d live with his guilt until his last breath. It was his job to protect humans. He’d taken a vow, and yet she’d been the one to risk her life to save
him
.
Torr barely kept control over his anger, keeping it out of his voice in deference to Grace. “You sound like Iain. You act as though she’s a thing I can easily toss away. You’re wrong. If I lose her, I won’t survive it.”
Logan’s mouth bowed with pity. “You will. You can’t see clearly now, but I’ve seen it before. This is the nature of things.”
Torr sprang up, balling his hands into fists to keep from wrapping them around Logan’s pretty neck. He stared at the new woman. “I’ve heard you can see auras—that you can read people.”
“I can,” said Hope.
“Is she in pain?”
Hope’s gaze moved past him to where Grace lay on the bed. “She’s confused. Sad.”
“So she is still in there?”
Hope nodded, making her blond ponytail sway. “Barely. She’s weak.”
“She’s a fighter. She’ll make it through this. We just have to find someone strong enough to heal her.”
Logan sighed. “What if there is no one? How long will you force her to stay here, tethered to this place?”
Determination rose up inside him, like a fortified wall no one could tear down. He gave Logan a hard stare, warning the leech to back off. “As long as it takes.”
As soon as the door shut behind Logan, Hope pulled him to a stop. The sorrow haunting her eyes was nearly too much for Logan to bear. He wanted to wipe it away, to make her smile again. He wasn’t quite ready to reveal his surprise for her, but perhaps it was better to tell her sooner rather than later. Anything to see her happy.
“You mustn’t do this to yourself,” he told her. “Promise me you won’t come back here and witness Torr’s suffering.”
“I want to help. I
need
to help.”
“There’s nothing anyone can do. We’ll console Torr when Grace has passed. He’s going to need us.”
She shook her head. “It’s just so sad, you know? So unfair.”
Logan pulled her into his arms and held her tight. Seeing Torr reminded him of how lucky he was, how precious Hope was to him. If anything ever happened to her…
He couldn’t even think about such things. They made dark, evil feelings swirl deep inside of him, threatening to break free. Hope was fine. She was his. All was well.
“I’ve been thinking about it for a long time,” she said. “I didn’t want to say anything in front of Torr, but I think I might have an idea.”
Logan pulled back enough to peer