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hadn’t even spoken.
    “Good to feel part of the team,” I snapped. My hands pulsed as I
did so. A wave of pain ripped up and down my arms. I gripped my chest. Tears
filled my eyes with the agony.
    “What is it?” Frei asked. “You seeing something?”
    “No,” I wheezed. I didn’t know what it was but it weren’t nothing
I’d experienced before. “In pain. Fine.”
    “You don’t look fine.” Frei pulled the van over to the side of the
road. I dropped the can on the floor.
    “Aeron, what’s wrong?” Renee turned to look at me.
    The van spun before my eyes. I clung onto my head. I clattered to
the floor, thinking I was in trouble.
    Big trouble.

 
    Chapter 3
     
    THE LONG, BLAND white of a hospital corridor looked like every one
Renee Black had ever been in. Why couldn’t they do something to make them look
less clinical. Why were all the chairs weird patterns and the windows
non-existent, and where was the doctor.
    “Renee, sit.”
    She turned to glare at Frei. As always she sat bolt upright,
shades on, looking like she didn’t feel a thing.
    “She’s been in there for hours.”
    “Ladies?”
    Renee turned to see the doctor in green scrubs. “You have news, is
she okay?” She tried to calm the sudden breathless gasping that erupted.
    “I’m not sure.”
    “What do you mean you aren’t sure?” She put her hands on her hips.
What kind of doctor was this idiot?
    “Renee, sit down and let the man speak.” Frei nodded up at him,
flashing her badge at the doctor. “Give us what you have.”
    “Nothing.” He shook his head as if he was confused. “Technically
Miss Lorelei has suffered a heart attack.”
    “Technically?” Renee slumped down and perched forward in her
chair.
    “Yes, the symptoms she displayed were conclusive however . . .” He
rubbed his hand over the back of his neck. “Her heart is perfectly healthy. We
checked the structure. We checked her ECG. Her toxicology screen was clear.” He
shrugged with a look of confusion rippling his brow. “She doesn’t even have a
temperature.”
    Renee looked at Frei who slid off her aviators. “Is she
conscious?”
    He nodded. “Tired. I would hazard a guess that she’s shaken up,
but there’s nothing wrong with her at all.” He frowned. “If I hadn’t seen it
myself, I wouldn’t understand it at all.”
    “Can we take her with us?” Frei sounded no more worried than if
Aeron had gone on a day trip.
    “Yes, you have medical staff . . . er . . . wherever you are?”
    Frei nodded.
    “Good. I will give you my notes. I would certainly recommend she
remain under observation at the very least.” He glanced down the corridor. “I
don’t have anything else to offer. I’m sorry.”
    Renee heard his genuine regret and tried not to scoff. He would be
sorry until the next case rolled in for him to deal with.
    “Thank you, doctor.” Frei was up on her feet and holding out her
hand. “Appreciate the help.”
    What help? Renee turned to stare down the corridor, wondering
which room Aeron was in. Maybe it was her fault. She was pushing her too hard.
She was being inhospitable. She rubbed her hand over her face. It wasn’t
Aeron’s fault she couldn’t get her out of her head.
    “Renee, quit being a pain in my ass.” Frei’s icy glare made her
skin prickle. “Cry it out, see a counselor, write a freaking romance novel for
all I care but get over it.”
    “What?”
    Frei gripped her arm and hauled her to her feet. “You’ve been
glowering since you woke up in St. Jude’s. So she touched you, she rescued you,
she healed your face. Big deal.” Her grip got tighter as she shoved her along
the corridor. “You fell in love with someone you can’t have. It’s not the poor
kid’s fault. Give it a break.”
    Renee yanked her arm free. “A break? If you had a heart, maybe
you’d understand that you can’t just forget about it.”
    Frei’s eyes narrowed. “What would you know about my heart?”
She stepped into Renee’s