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doesn’t ease my mind.”
    Saul’s eyes darkened as he met mine. “Yes, well, I think we’ve gone beyond easing anyone’s mind. We’ve waited long enough as it is. I would’ve preferred we do this sooner, but you—”
    “This wasn’t a spur of the moment kinda thing, Saul. It’s his life we’re altering. I don’t know how he’ll take it.” I sighed, feeling a little defeated. “I wanted to give Papan a chance to recover on his own.” I’d been so sure he would.
    “He’ll be grateful you helped save his life.”
    “You don’t know that.”
    “I know Jason a lot better than you think.”
    “Guys, guys, both of you need to calm down and concentrate on why we’re here,” Lavie said, waving her arms between us. “Sierra, you want your hunky boyfriend to be more than a delicious vegetable on a platter, right? And Saul, you want your friend back. I know how much it hurts both of you to see him like this, so quit bitching and get on with it! I swear you two act like brother and sister.”
    I narrowed my eyes at Saul and he dipped his chin. Lavie was right. We couldn’t lose sight of the big picture. We had to save Papan.
    “Sorry,” I said. “Do your thing.”
    “I’m sorry too,” Saul added. “About everything…”
    The demon stood over Papan and pulled out one of the needles in my werewolf’s wrist. Lavie handed him what looked like an IV line, similar to the ones already threaded into Papan’s skin. This one had needles on both sides. Saul stuck one end into the underside of Papan’s wrist to replace the line he’d removed, then stabbed the other needle into his own arm. He closed his eyes, dug the tip in deeper and started to chant. The blood languidly flowed from his wrist and into Papan’s.
    “Sit down.” Lavie pushed the chair closer to Saul and he lowered himself into it.
    “How long is this going to take?”
    “Half an hour, an hour tops,” Lavie answered. “He needs to keep chanting the whole time or the blood won’t flow out of him as quickly as we need it to.”
    I nodded and sat on the chair across from them. “Is it okay if I stay?”
    Saul nodded. “Of course.”
    I held onto Papan’s other hand, listening to the thunderstorm building and anticipating the rain that never came. I watched him like a hawk, but there was no change. My chest constricted. What if Saul was right and I’d made a huge mistake by waiting? Why hadn’t I agreed to do this as soon as Papan was hospitalized? No, I couldn’t torture myself. The doctors said nothing could be done until the silver and gunk had completely flushed from his system naturally, and that took a few days.
    Useless, damning thoughts weren’t going to help, so I watched Lavie as she tidied up her backpack and picked up the remains of Saul’s blood. When she caught me staring, she smiled and said, “Do you want a sip?” She offered the clay bowl like a fine wine or the gift of eternal life.
    I shook my head.
    “Are you sure? It might help calm your nerves, might even help with the grief.”
    “No, I’m fine.”
    She shrugged before sipping on the contents.
    “You drank my blood before,” Saul whispered inside my head, even as his lips continued to move to the chant.
    “I know, I read it in Grandma’s grimoire.” Just because she’d dabbed my mouth with Saul’s blood after he’d been summoned and proffered himself, it didn’t mean I wanted to casually drink it now. “Get out of my head and concentrate on what you’re doing.”
    “Sure you don’t want the rest?” Lavie prompted.
    “I’m positive,” I said. “Can it really wipe away grief?”
    “It depends. Demonic blood can help with different things—ranging from healing organs, getting rid of disease, and sometimes can even provoke visions. Before you ask, no, it won’t get rid of my demonic seeds.” She shrugged. “But it does help calm your nerves.”
    “Only one person can get rid of the seeds,” Saul said inside my mind.
    I already knew who