Ewwwwww! What the hell had her angels thrust her into this time? Was this the thanks she got for making a perfect love match between Patryk and Keir? Her angels had told her she was being rewarded for that good deed. Well, they could keep their lousy reward then. She certainly didn’t need this crap, whatever this crap was. Zara shuddered and coughed spasmodically, smacking her lips together and trying to rid herself of the horrid, acidic taste in her mouth. A pair of hands cupped the back of her head—a pair of big, strong masculine hands—and held her while she turned her head and retched. “Damn, we thought he was dead and you like, brought him back to life, dude.” “Why don’t you guys back up and give him some room?” Nice voice, commanding, deep and vaguely familiar. But what the hell was going on and who had almost died? Zara tried to sit up but one of those firm hands that she was becoming quickly accustomed to latched onto her shoulder and gently shoved her back.
