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the thought of hurting Asteria in the process. “Even if I
can do it, there are so many things that could go wrong. What if the extra
strain makes us materialize inside a wall or something?”
    “You’ve been watching too many
sci-fi movies. I trust you. Plus, it’s not like we have a whole lot of options,
here.”
    Mirissa knew Asteria was right,
so she closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, and grabbed her best friend’s
hand. “Here goes nothing.”

Chapter 12
    “Mom? Are you still there?” Greco
tried to tilt his head enough to be able to see behind him but it was no use.
Even the effort made him dizzy. The sedation was definitely taking its toll,
periodically forcing him into unconsciousness. Each time he awoke, his brain
took longer to register where he was and what was happening. He had no idea how
much time had passed since Mirissa left.
    “I’m here.” His mother sounded
woozy, slurring her words ever so slightly. Then again, he probably sounded the
same way. “Some men came in here a little while ago. As soon as they saw that
your friend was gone they stormed out. I don’t know what they’re going to do,
but it can’t be good.”
    “We’re gonna get out of here,
Mom. I promise. Mirissa will figure out a way. She’s… amazing. ” He knew he was
babbling but he couldn’t help himself. His normal self-control was almost
nonexistent, and his thoughts wandered to the one place he usually tried to
keep them away from: Mirissa.
    “I’m glad you finally found
someone to care about. I know it hasn’t been easy for you, and that’s my fault,
but I’m glad you let someone into your life. You deserve to be happy.”
    “I’m her Guardian, Mom. Nothing
more.” Even with his drug-addled brain, Greco was still able to lie to her—and
himself.
    His mother let out a small laugh
and said, “Go ahead and keep telling yourself that.”
    Even if he did want more, it
could never happen. His past mistakes ensured that. There would be no
forgiveness from Mirissa, and he deserved none.
    Greco tried to force his thoughts
to the situation at hand. They were in trouble and he knew it. If this Alayna
woman had spent the last few days taking blood from his mother, they might
already be too late to save her. Once again, he struggled against his
restraints, knowing it would do no good, but needing to at least try.
    “Greco? I’m so sorry for what I
did to you. I know an apology can’t even begin to make up for the life I gave
you, but I need you to know how sorry I am. I’d hoped to have a lifetime to
show you that I’ve changed. To give you everything that I should have given
from the day you were born. To earn back some small place in your life. But
now…”
    Their conversation was
interrupted by a loud crash from beyond his feet, like a load of dishes being
dropped. Greco whipped his head around in time to see Asteria grab the wall and
Mirissa collapse to the floor.
    “How did you… You teleported with
her?” The fear he felt caused a lump in Greco’s throat. “Get me off this table.
Now!”
    Asteria grabbed the metal
restraint around his wrist and pulled with all her might, but it didn’t budge.
“Hang on. I’ll be right back.”
    Greco watched as Asteria opened
the door and peeked her head out before disappearing through it. Less than two
minutes later she returned with a hammer and chisel in hand. He raised his
eyebrows in question.
    “You’re in a garage. It was a
safe bet.” Asteria placed the tip of the chisel in the seam of the cuff and
with one blow from the hammer, the restraint popped open. Three more blows and
Greco was free, tearing the IV out of his arm.
    “Get my mother out of here. I’ll
get Mirissa.” Greco knelt down beside Mirissa’s prone form, trying to rid
himself of the wooziness in his brain. With his right hand he felt for a pulse.
With his left he gently swept the hair from her face. “You’re OK, Mirissa.
You’re gonna be OK.” With one hand around her shoulders