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go.”
    “That sounds about right to me,” he nodded, his eyes fixed on my lips.  “Keep going.  What about you?  What did you want?”
    My back came up against the wall as he leaned in, not quite touching me anywhere, but I could almost feel him there, the air crackling with energy between us.  “I wanted you,” I answered simply, my voice dropping to match his low tone. 
    “And what do you want now?” he pressed, his hands landing on either side of me, trapping me against the wall with his body. 
    What did I want?  What a loaded question.  I remembered clearly how much I wanted him, how deeply it touched me, how much more it was than a simple kiss.  But what did I feel now?  I drew in a breath, taking in his scent of bay rum aftershave and the faint hint of cigarettes, and it felt so familiar I wanted to cry. 
    I didn’t know him, but I wanted to.  
    “I...”
    “Hey, over here!” Ulrik called out from the other room, and our heads both swiveled in that direction.  “I found another one.”
    Rob let go of me, and we scooted back to the great room in time to see Ulrik carrying a girl, her body limp and unresponsive.  He laid her on the ground by the fireplace and brushed the hair away from her face.  She was dressed in a pair of jeans and a pale pink sweater, her straight blonde hair reaching well below her shoulders.  Her features were close enough to Carys’ and mine that we could’ve all been sisters, but I didn’t recognize her either. 
    “Looks like she was bleeding from the ears at some point,” Ulrik reported, pushing the hair behind her ears.
    I leaned in to take a closer look, spotting the crusted blood.  “Ick, poor thing.  I wonder what happened to her?”
    “Is she...” Rob dropped to his knees beside her, his face pinched with worry as he laid his hand across her forehead.  “Where did you find her?”
    Ulrik jerked a thumb over his shoulder.  “Over there by the wall, she was mostly covered by the drapes behind that chair.  I almost missed her entirely, but I spotted her foot.”
    “She’s a witch!” Carys declared, pulling an oversized book out from the curtains.  “She must be the one who trapped us in here.  We should tie her up before she wakes.  Then we can force her to pay for her crimes!” she added hotly, blue eyes blazing with intensity.
    “Well, she’s dead now, so I guess it doesn’t much matter,” Ulrik reported, setting back on his heels.  
    “No... she can’t be dead,” Rob frowned, rubbing the inside of her wrist.  “She just wants a bit of time to wake up is all.”
    “Rob, do you know her?” I asked, kneeling down beside him. 
    “No, but... look at her, she’s just a bitty thing,” he frowned.  She did look all of five feet tall, I had to agree.  “She don’t deserve to die, witch or not.”
    I reached out to touch her arm and found her cold as death itself – no pulse, no breath, no sense of any life in her at all.  But CPR had worked on Carys.  “It couldn’t hurt to try CPR on her.”
    “That kissing game?” Carys scoffed.  “Like as not she wants to molest another female,” she added under her breath, still clutching the book to her chest, but I heard her just fine.  I ignored her, that seemed to be working out for me, so far she hadn’t contributed anything useful to our group beyond finding the spellbook. 
    “She’s only trying to help,” Ulrik said softly to her before turning to me.  “Look, if she’s been out like this since we woke up, I doubt CPR is gonna do a thing for her, but you’re welcome to try.”
    I knew he was right, but Rob looked so distressed, I asked his opinion too.  “Rob, what do you think?  Should we try CPR?”
    He was still looking down at the girl, a puzzled look on his face.  “No, I reckon he’s right.  Whatever happened to her, I don’t think we can do anything to bring her back.”
    “I’m sorry,” I whispered, twining my fingers through his as he rose to