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fried his cloaking spell. And that probably meant he was dying.
    “Michael?” Cara’s voice far away. Even so, he could hear the worry in it. “Are you okay? Your heart’s pounding a mile a minute.”
    Vaffanculo , he was one stupid SOB. He needed to get the hell away.
    But he couldn’t seem to move. Or breathe.
    “Sorry…Cara. So…sorry.”
    Then he passed out.
     
    Cara cried out as Michael’s eyes rolled back in his head and his body began to convulse.
    Her brain went blank and she froze, watching him thrash on the bed for at least five seconds before she grabbed for the phone on the side table and dialed the only person she knew who could get her immediate help.
    “Sal! Oh gods, Sal, Michael’s dying and I don’t know what to do.”
    “Cara, is that you?”
    She started to sob and had to force the words from her throat. “Sal, please come. I don’t—”
    “Hang tight, babe. I’ll be right there.”
    The receiver clicked then went silent. She turned back to find Michael gasping for air and clutching at his chest.
    She reached for him, a prayer to the Mother Goddess Uni on her lips. What should she do? What—
    The clop of hooves announced Sal’s presence as he magically transported himself into her bedroom from wherever he’d been seconds before.
    She turned to find the salbinelli heading for the bed, a scowl drawn on his handsome features.
    She’d expected the Etruscan satyr to be alone. She hadn’t expected him to be accompanied by a beautiful woman who looked familiar.
    Cara didn’t have time to figure out who she was.
    Michael had stopped breathing.
    “Sal, please help him,” she pleaded. “What’s wrong with him?”
    “Hell if I know,” he growled as he laid his hands on Michael’s chest. Michael had stopped convulsing but was turning an alarming shade of blue. “What the hell happened?”
    “We had sex. He was fine. And then… Oh gods, Sal, is this my fault? Did I do something to him? Did I—”
    “Cara bella , stop. You’re not helping.” Sal ran his hands just above Michael’s skin. “Fuck me, the boy’s gone and done it up good. Tilly, do you see?”
    The woman— Oh shit ! Cara dropped into a deep curtsy for the Etruscan Goddess of the Spirit. “Lady of the Shadow, my apologies. I didn’t—”
    “Not a problem, sweetheart.” Hinthial waved a hand in her direction as she moved closer to the bed. “Yes, I see, Sal. The spell…it’s woven directly into his arus . Looks like their climax overloaded his magic, which blew the spell to smithereens and sent his body into shock. The spell drew power from his arus rather than working off its own power supply or a charm. His body couldn’t handle the stress. The spell would have killed him eventually. He must have known that.”
    “Can you help him?” Cara couldn’t lose him. She wouldn’t be able to handle that. “Please, Lady, I beseech you—”
    “Now, now.” Hinthial turned to give her a serene smile. “No need for prayers. Yet. Step back, Sal. Let me see what I can do.”
    Cara watched as the goddess held her hands above Michael’s chest and closed her eyes. Seconds turned into minutes and the goddess’s calm expression slowly changed to consternation.
    Cara felt tears trail down her cheeks but bit her tongue to keep from sobbing out loud and distracting the goddess. She couldn’t lose him. Not now. Not like this.
    But it looked like Hinthial was having trouble. And when a goddess had trouble…
    “Cara, dear,” Hinthial finally said. “Take Michael’s hand.”
    A shiver ran across Cara’s skin at the undercurrent of power in the goddess’s voice, making it deeper, almost creepy, like something out of a horror film. Shaking off those thoughts, Cara hurried to the other side of the bed and grabbed Michael’s cold hand in both of hers. Her tears flowed faster and she bit her tongue hard.
    “Tilly…” Sal’s voice held a warning but Hinthial shook her head.
    “It’s all right, Sal. I’ll be