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had Jordan sitting on his bed with his
shirt off. They were applying pressure to get the head wound to stop bleeding.
    Bree wasted no time. She pulled out an antiseptic to clean
out the gash. The wound could use stitches but she made do with a couple of butterfly
bandages.
    “They say scars can be attractive, right? Adds to the
mystery for some girls.” Jordan gritted his teeth and hissed as Bree took his
arm and raised it over his head. “Don’t think anything’s broken but I’m sure
I’ve bruised my ribs.”
    “We’ll wrap them tight for now, just to be certain.” She
fingered his ribs, testing each one. A huge bruise was already spreading across
his side but while he flinched under her touch, nothing seemed to move or be
overly painful. Bree moved back to start looking through the supplies for
bandages and painkillers. “You should be okay for now.”
    “That’s what I just said,” Jordan snapped, lips turning
white as the pain took its toll.
    “If you want, I can look at it,” a voice spoke from
behind Bree.
    Bree glanced over her shoulder to find Logan and Matt
standing in the doorway. “Where were you two?”
    “We were getting his things.” Matt dropped his keys on
Jordan’s bureau. “Didn’t expect any trouble tonight, especially not here.”
    Bree shook her head as she reached for bandages to wrap
Jordan’s ribs.
    “Here, let me see.” Logan squatted next to her, pushing her
hands away from her brother’s injury. He stared at Jordan with unfocused eyes.
He raised his hand over her younger brother’s head wound. Logan’s fingers
started to glow.
    Jordan jerked back, practically rolling off the bed. “Hey
now, watch what you’re doing.”
    Logan pulled back his hand. “I’m just helping clean the
wound. Imp and demon scratches can leave a negative residue which slows the
healing process. I can clean that up. I can also look at your ribs, using my
second sight, and tell you if they’re fractured.”
    “Can you heal them?” Bree tried not to let her relief show.
    “Not right now. I’m not strong enough.” Logan waved at her.
“Actually, Sabine was always better at healing than either me or Brandr. With
some training, that would be more up Bree’s alley.”
    “I could heal people?” That would’ve been a good thing to
have known, considering all the injuries they’d had over the years.
    Logan nodded. “I mean, we’re not talking major magical
healing or anything. You couldn’t cure cancer or bring people back to life. But
you could speed healing of breaks and gashes. It took a lot of energy on your
part and you only did it in emergencies.”
    Bree stepped back, hands clenched. She hated this, hated not
knowing what she was capable of. If she could be a better fighter…
    “When you’re done, come to my room. I think we need to
talk.”

Chapter Ten
     
    Cool light brightened the simple, warm room while the sound
of late-night TV broke the silence. Sitting on a loveseat in her living room,
Crystal flinched as she sensed the death of her last imp. She slammed her glass
of whiskey on the table, the amber liquid sloshing over her fingers.
    The first foray obviously hadn’t worked but, if she was
honest, she hadn’t expected it to. Hoped, yes. Expected, no. This was more of a
test. She needed to know for certain that the imp was correct about the nature
of her enemies. Now she knew. The Colliers were indeed the people responsible
for destroying so many of her creatures over the last few years.
    Damn them.
    But she knew exactly who they were and they had no idea
about her. Jordan Collier wouldn’t have dated her if he had known she’d been
the one to plot the death of his parents. So she could bide her time and use
what power she’d accumulated in the last decade and a half to plot revenge.
    She stood, the imps sitting at her feet scattering around
the room, hiding under the table and behind the piano or simply pulling lace
doilies over themselves.
    Ignoring them, she stalked