Obediently, she dialed Elise’s number and waited for an answer. Meanwhile, Ric pulled her onto her back porch, away from the garage.“Elise? This…” She gulped back a sob that wrung Ric’s heart. “This is Meagan. Ric needs to talk to you.”She shoved the phone at him, and sat down on the concrete step, resting her chin on her fists and biting hard on her lower lip.“Ms. Sutton? Ric Thornhill here. There’s been trouble and Aidan Greene tells me you’re the best healer in the area. Could you come over to Meagan’s house right away?”He heard her suck in her breath, but her voice stayed taut, controlled. “Is Meagan okay?”“Meagan is fine. It’s Jase Monroe. And, I’m not sure, unfortunately. He’s in some kind of magical trap. All I can tell you is that I still sense life force. But not much.”He saw Meagan stiffen and blink back tears.“On my way.”“Elise has a daughter,” Meagan interjected. “We can’t ask her to come here if it will put her or Adina in danger.”“Owain already knows about her connection to you,”
