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back and forth a bit more.  Meanwhile, neither is paying attention to the fact that
    Xandra gives her mother a final, “ Please . ” Also, p leading with her big green eyes , the color of polished emeralds, to the best of her ability.   I have to admit, I would have a hard time saying no to those beautiful eyes.   Which annoys the hell out of me.
    The spirit looks torn as she looks back and forth between me and Xandra .  Finally, she lets out a long sigh and begins saying a spell to lower the Fairy trap temporarily .  Witch magic is so odious, the way they need to call upon the forces of the world instead of drawing on the magic that flows within them.  But, I guess it gets the job done, because I can feel the Fairy trap opening a way for me.  She waves her hand at me as if she wants me to follow her and Xandra into the house.  Sure, if only I had the strength to rise from my knees.   Do they not understand what iron does to Fairies?   The time I have wasted here, talking to them and listening to them argue , has allowed the iron to seep too far into my system.  I can feel myself weakening as each second passes.
    Xandra is ap proaching, and around her neck still, is the Fairy repellant.  Now what is she going to do to me?  I lean away as she nears.   Putting her hands on her hips, she asks, “Do you want help or not?  My dad’s a doctor, he could tell me what to do.”
    Oh, please, let the Cowan spirit who probably knows even less about Fairies than she does, come to my aid.  I am sure all will turn out for the best , now .  I cannot help but scoff , “When is the last time he treated a Fairy?”
    For a moment, she seems stumped.  Then, she says, “I’m sure between him and my mom they can figure something out.”
    Doubtful.   But the poison is spreading , and I am definitely too weak now to search for the plants I would need to make a healing salve.  In all honesty, I never would have found them in time in this strange forest buried in snow , anyway .  Tabitha had not even thought of this scenario when she packed my bag of goodies.  Since I am in such serious trouble, I really have nothing to lose at this point.  A sharp stab of pain in my abdomen makes my decision for me.  A give a slight nod and attempt to arise. 
    Xandra’s hand reaches out for me.  Good lord, does she want me dead?  I yell, “No!” just as he r mother says, “Xandra, don’t touch him!”   The smart genes must run on her Mother’s side.  As recessive genes that skip generations.
    I h iss loudly and fall back to the ground as her amulet glows, doing its job by burning my skin .  Apparently understanding what she did, Xandra now looks down at me sheepishly as she starts to take the amulet off.   Her mother stops her, warning her that she has to be more careful about her safety.  That is the first rational thing I have heard either of them say.  She should be on her guard ; she does not know me.  Or the horrible thoughts I am having about her at the moment.
    Her mother instructs her to go get her aunt to help me.  A moment later, a thin, sandy brown haired woman comes out of the house to assist me.  I have to lean heavily on her, which is awkward as I am about a foot taller, but she manages to get me into the house and onto an ugly, red overstuffed couch.  Looking around the small house, I am appalled by what can only be called rustic furnishings .  Isla would be horrified.  I suppose , just like in my realm, not everyone can live in a mansion.
    “Thank you,” I say to the Cowan .  Another spasm of pain causes me to grimace, and my voice is deepened by it. I fear I may lose consciousness soon. 
    I am not far enough gone, though, to miss the physical assessment Xandra’s eyes are doing of me , as they move slowly down my body and then back up.  Until she notices me watching her .   Caught in the act, she blushes and averts her eyes.  If I was not in so much pain, I would laugh. I am starting to get