The energy began to pulse faster.
“1o…9…8…7”
Kala backed away from the porch.
“6…. 5…”
A furious expression spread across her face. She pressed the black band on her wrist. A shimmer danced around her body before it faded out, leaving behind nothing.
The force field around them dropped and Xan slumped over onto Violet. Her knees buckled, but she managed to break his descent onto the ground.
“Xan.”
He was limp, unresponsive, and his breathing was shaky.
“Oh God, what do I do?”
This was beyond her simple knowledge of first aid. Davin. She hobbled over to the cabin door, unlocked the door, and stumbled in, dragging him one inch at a time. Violet rested him on the floor in front of the door and dug her cell phone out of her inner pocket.
“Hey, big sis,” he said, in a cheerful voice. “I thought for sure you had gone into hibernation up at the cabin and we wouldn’t see or hear from you until the twenty-fifth.” “Davin, I need you to come to the cabin now. Someone’s hurt.” Despite her best effort, the word wavered.
“You need to call 911 now, Violet.”All playfulness vanished from his tone. “Are you okay?”
“Yes it’s not me and I can’t call the cops. I don’t have time to explain it. Bring whatever you can grab from your practice and come here please.”
He sighed. “What do I need?”
“I’m not sure. Anything you’d use for someone whose been injured and needs stitches, gauze, stuff to prevent infection and pain— You’re the one with the medical training, I trust your judgment.”
“Vi-”
“Davin, this is a life or death situation that involves someone I love.”
She covered her mouth.
Oh God, she loved him.
“I’ll be there in twenty minutes flat. Hang tight.”
Chapter Seven
A knock sounded on the door. She removed Xan’s head from her lap, placed it on the floor gently, stood, and rushed to the door. She opened it up and revealed her brother.
“Thank God, I’ve never been so happy to see you or that you chose to become a doctor.”
“What’s going on, Vi?” He stepped inside and came to a halt in front of Xan.
“Who the hell is this?”
“Okay, I’m going to need you to keep an open mind. His name is Xan…” She launched into a quick of what Xan was, and how he came to be at the cabin.
“You can’t expect me to believe this.” His voice was dry, and his eyes were narrowed. She could practically hear him going through the things that would cause her mental episode.
“Just look!”
He removed the blanket she’d draped over Xan’s body and grew silent as the odd wound was revealed.
“What did this?”