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night, she’d hear him breathing next to her and know herself to be warm and cared for.
    Tears welled in her eyes, and she let them fall down her cheeks. Maybe that was when he’d begun meeting with Cindy. How foolish she’d been to never suspect him of anything. For someone who had claimed to love her, to have loved her for most of his life, he’d never proposed marriage. That hadn’t bothered her either. Why rush things when all had been so perfect?
    He’d had no issue with marrying her sister. Within six months of being together.
    Her face heated and she yanked out of his embrace. Enough with being so pathetic. If the strange foray to this magical place taught her anything, it had to be that Campbell needed to become a part of her past. There would be a future without him. Hell, she could increase her business offering hex treatments. Maybe she could come up with some kind of hex-blocker. The possibilities were endless.
    She jumped up. Campbell didn’t stir. As she put her hands on her hips, she regarded him. Anger aside, she would always think him the most the beautiful man she’d ever beheld. Maybe some day she’d be able to look at their ten-year time together, which had spanned friendship to love, with something other than sadness.
    Turning on her heel, she headed back to the forest. He would have needs when he woke up. She could really use some chamomile. In the dark, she hadn’t been able to locate any. That didn’t mean it wasn’t there. Also, she wanted to get back to the stream to get some water. He’d need to drink when he awoke. Who knew the tortoise shell bun holder that held her always-out-of-control brown curls back would work so well as a makeshift cup-slash-ladle?
    By the ancestors, she could always look back on the debacle as a sort of survival challenge she’d accidently shoved herself into.
    There were so many tasks for her to perform that before she realized it hours had flown by. Her stomach rumbled again. She hadn’t eaten since the half an apple she’d consumed the night before. Watching Campbell suffer had killed her desire for food.
    It had also been too long since she’d checked on him. She stood up, carrying the water with her. She could come back for the rest of the herbs she’d collected. The likelihood that he’d woken up was small. He’d need at least twelve hours of rest. Hopefully, her parents or his would arrive soon and he would get to go home where he could see an actual witch doctor. They’d have him on his feet again in no time.
    Campbell hadn’t budged in the hours she’d been gone. She touched his skin. He still felt cool. Nodding to herself, she knelt next to him. If she could get him to sip some water, she’d feel better about leaving him again.
    “Cam.” She brushed his hair aside. “I need you to take some of this. Sip. Okay?”
    His eyes opened a fraction, and he followed her instructions. She cradled the back of his head in her hand while he drank like she might have one day done with their baby, one they would not have now.
    Olive sucked in her breath. No . She had to stop doing that.
    When he’d finished with the water, Campbell sat up and looked at her. He rubbed his eyes and yawned.
    “Are you feeling okay? You might want to sleep some more?”
    Campbell exhaled loudly. His brown eyes met hers. A breath she hadn’t known she held expelled from her body. His gaze appeared clear.
    “What’s going on?”
    “You don’t remember?” She set her hairpiece on the ground. If he couldn’t walk she’d get more water later. “Maybe that’s a good thing. Believe me, I wouldn’t want to remember it if I’d been through it.”
    “I don’t understand.” His gaze roamed her body. “Olive. Where are we and why are you wearing that?”
    She looked down at her dress. Her bridesmaid gown had certainly seen better days. “I had to rip it up to take care of you last night. The good news is there shouldn’t be much more time until we’re found. Then