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patience, and she refused to sit back and let Xavier give up.  I’m going to give you a little kick start, and then you need to fight like hell.  You hear me, Xavier?  You fight!  Your mate needs you!  Moving one of her hands to his chest, Gypsy placed it over his heart, ignoring a deep growl that filled the room.  Squeezing her eyes shut tightly, she concentrated on the flow of energy running throughout Xavier’s body.  Right now it was weak and unstable.  She needed to give it a little boost; kind of like what the doctor was going to do with the defibrillator, but using some of her own energy instead.  It would be much more effective. 
    Gypsy felt the magic rising in her, collecting in her body and rolling around until it grew into one large mass.  Sparks flew from her fingertips when she kicked it out of herself and into Xavier, crying out at the jolt of lightening that raced through her and then into him.  There was a collective gasp of shock in the room, and then complete silence except for a long loud beep that sounded from the monitor beside the bed, before it began to beat in a steady rhythm. 
    Gypsy moaned as she collapsed onto Xavier’s chest too weak to move.  “Gypsy!” she heard Slade yell.  He was there.  Her mate was there.  Oh shit, Slade was her mate.  She knew exactly what that meant now.
    As Slade leaned down and gathered her up into his arms, Gypsy struggled to get out what she needed to say before she passed out.  “Aiden,” she gasped.  “Xavier needs him.”
    “What the hell is she talking about,” a voice roared.  “What did she do to my brother?”
    Her eyes fluttering open, Gypsy gazed into a face that matched the one in the bed next to her.  They were almost identical twins.  Letting her head fall weakly against Slade’s shoulder, she whispered, “Xavier wants you to watch over his mate.  He said she is in danger.”
    “Xavier doesn’t have a fucking mate,” Aiden growled, his dark eyes glittering in anger.
    Gypsy’s brow furrowed in confusion.  “He does.  He told me.”
    “I think I would know if my brother had a mate,” Aiden sneered, pushing past her to stand near Xavier.  Slade growled in warning, pulling Gypsy closer to him.  “What the hell did you do to Xavier?”
    “She saved his life,” Jade said calmly, stepping forward to stand near Gypsy.  “If she hadn’t done what she just did, your brother would be dead now.”
    “I think he’s going to make it,” Doc Josie said in awe from where she stood on the other side of Xavier’s bed checking his vitals.  “Whatever Gypsy did, it’s working.”
    Clutching tightly to Slade’s shirt, Gypsy insisted, “Aiden, you must listen to me.”  When the man turned her way, she went on before he could respond, “Your brother said someone called the General is after her.  That he wants her back.”  At the collective gasp in the room, she said, “I don’t know who that is.  Do you?”
    Aiden’s eyes narrowed dangerously.  “Slade,” he growled lowly, “Is she messing with me?”
    “Gypsy would have no idea who the General is,” Slade snarled.  “She’s been locked in a fucking cell in the basement of a drug lord and tortured for months.  She was rescued just over a week ago.”  When Aiden’s eyes widened in horror, Slade finished, “And if you ever disrespect my mate like that again, pup, I will tear your fucking throat out.”
    “Gypsy,” the calm voice of the alpha floated throughout the room, a slight push of power following it.  Slade backed away slightly from Aiden, his threat still hanging in the air, before turning to face Chase.  “Did Xavier tell you who she is?  Several women were rescued from a number of different facilities the General had last year, and many of them live with us now.  None of us were aware that one of them is his mate.”
    Shaking her head, Gypsy whispered, “No, I’m sorry.  He never said her name.”  Pain sliced through her head,