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nearly walking into a low branch. “Two.”
    A shrill laugh breaking free, Alexa just nodded and clutched his
shoulder tighter. If the idiot made it through, she'd swear off all
junk food forever.

 
    “You were very lucky to
get him back here.”
    “Luck had nothing to do with it. Mr. Baristone, I just need
the address of the nearest hospital or emergency ward equipped to
handle this. He’s burning up.”
    “Yes, well, I can see that but as I have tried to explain,
things aren’t quite so simple.”
    Alexa growled, snapping her mouth shut before she pointed out the
fact that there was nothing simple about her best friend bleeding out
on the hotel’s ugly ass pink floral couch. She fixed the
manager with a look full of what remained of her patience, her tone
already clear that she was beyond her limits. “Then kindly do
explain.”
    Mr. Baristone was dressed in a smart charcoal suit and had only a
flash of floral pattern on his otherwise paisley tie to annoy. He was
about the least offensive thing Alexa had run across in the spa/hotel
so far and she was doing her best to focus on that while the man’s
words destroyed her remaining hope.
    “So, as you can see, with us being out in such a remote
location, we are left with very few resources for these sorts of
emergencies,” Mr. Baristone explained. “You were lucky to
be an amateur sorceress and that the two of you had some sort of
protection with you. We haven’t had any type of attack in our
forest since the hotel was built twenty years ago. And I do mean in
the entire area. The local town does have a doctor equipped to handle
these sorts of things, but he usually ends up treating people passing
through that were injured outside of the area, not within. We simply
do not have this sort of thing happen at Honey Lotus.”
    Alexa honed in on the word doctor, her hand clenching in a fist on
the counter to keep from dragging the man down by his tie. “Where’s
the doctor?”
    “Just a few miles west—But he’s not open on
Saturday.” At the girl’s exasperated look, he added
carefully, “It’s a very small, spread out town, miss. Doc
Gradie deals with the entire area and the man is due a day of rest.
He’s open on Sundays. After the town’s services.”
    “Goddess, please tell me he’s some form of Wiccan.”
She could not handle waiting for a fucking midmorning church
service.
    “He’s at the office half an hour after sunrise,”
Mr. Baristone assured her.
    Exhaling heavily, Alexa glanced over her shoulder at where Seth
was resting. His face had gone from pale and drawn to flushed by the
time she had gotten him there. His wound was already starting to
heal, all the more proof they were dealing with something magical and
likely all the more dangerous for it. His eyes were currently closed
and he was leaning back on the couch, gripping one of the pillows
like a lifeline. “What about a hospital? Do you have one in the
area?”
    “The closest is over two hours away. They are open 24-7,
though, and are more than capable of handling his condition.”
    Alexa nodded, turning her gaze back to the manager. “Do they
ever airlift anyone around here?”
    “Not with the trees. And like I said, it’s never been
needed before. There have been no attacks—”
    She waved her hand briskly, cutting him off. “Listen, I
really don’t give a fuck. I need to know what the hell got my
friend. There might not have been any attacks before but you have
something wild with a taste for human flesh roaming your damn woods
as we speak!”
    “Alexa,” Seth growled from his spot on the couch.
“Take it down a notch.”
    Scowling, Alexa took a few steps away from the desk, running a
slim hand over her face, her black painted nail polish chipped and
peeling. Mr. Baristone seemed to have taken her words to heart,
though, the middle-aged man dialing a phone and speaking into it in
low tones. When he was done, he looked up at the girl, waving her
back. “I’ll speak with some