Zack whispered urgently into my ear. “He pulled Daniel’s heart out of his chest.” My hand was on the gun Lee had left me. “That would be my point,” Zack explained. “Do you know how to get it back in?” I hated it when Zack made sense. “Of course I don’t know how to reattach a heart, but I know enough to know we shouldn’t have let some freaky wizard pull Daniel’s out. He’s holding his heart, Zack.” Panic threatened to overwhelm me. I looked to where the wizard bent over his tray, his fingers working rapidly. He kept moving from the heart to the small set of tools he’d unrolled prior to ripping my husband’s heart from his chest. He moved with a weird grace, his hands flowing effortlessly as he worked. Perhaps that should have given me some comfort, but I couldn’t get over the sight of Daniel’s heart pumping in the wizard’s hand. “It worked out in Temple of Doom, right?”
