From Chapter 34 (not edited):
Aveta stepped forward when Kaden disappeared, as if she would go after him. A muffled moan from the couple on the floor stopped her. She glanced in their direction than back the shadows in front of her. Her lips thinned into a taut line as she stood for several seconds, uncertain of what to do next. A louder groan made the decision for her. She crossed to where Devon was moving restlessly on the floor. Taylor was as still as death in his arms.
“Wake now, Devon Brady.” Aveta whispered. She closed her eyes and sent a thread of her essence into the man, tickling along his nerve endings and simulating his mind. She could feel consciousness returning to him. He’d used his mate bond with Taylor to pursue her into the Ether to bring her back. But before she could come back, he had to remove the athame from where it was embedded in her heart.
“Taylor…” Devon groaned and opened his eyes. His body was stiff from being on the floor so long and he shifted his legs, grimacing as sharp tingles ran up and down his limbs. Taylor’s body moved with his but was still a dead weight in his arms.
“Taylor!” Devon looked down at her pallid face, his eyes seeking signs of life. “Come on, Mo ghra, come back to me. Open those incredible eyes!” Her body remained still. Devon looked up at Aveta standing over them.
“Do something, dammit, you’re a fucking Goddess!” He demanded. “I did what you said to do and went after her. She was coming back with me!” One finger touched Taylor’s faint blue lips. “Why isn’t she…”
“The athame is blocking her from coming back.” Aveta explained. “Only you, her true mate, can remove it before she can travel back to this world.” She gazed at Taylor. “There’s no more time, Devon, you have to do it now or she’ll be lost to this world.”
“Remove it?” He questioned as he squinted up at the Goddess. “How the fuck do I do that? Just yank it out?” Aveta shook her head and sighed.
“You grasp the handle of the blade and slowly, smoothly draw it out.” She answered. “Yanking it out would damage her heart and she may actually die.” Devon cursed under his breath and wrapped the fingers of one hand around the athame handle. It warmed at his touch and he was conscious of power singing within the blade. His fingers tightened and he began to slide the blade from his mate’s heart.
“Careful, Devon.” Aveta whispered and he stiffened, glareing at her before returning his attention to the athame. Inch by inch he withdrew it from Taylor’s heart until at last the point of it pulled clear. Blood saturated the hole and begin to spead out in an expanding bright crimson blotch on her shirt.
“Fuck!” Devon cursed as he dropped the bloody athame and pressed his hand over the wound. Instinctively he forced his magic into the wound but as exhausted as his magic was it didn’t appear to diminish the flow of blood.
“Fuck!” Devon cursed again, desperation in his tone. “I can’t stop the bleeding.” A cool touch brushed the side of his cheek and a quiver of pure, light magic flowed through him and into Taylor’s open wound. He watched as it began to close up from the inside, breathing a sigh of relief as the bleeding slowed, than stopped. Next the wound closed until it was only a faint scar on Taylor’s breast. Devon’s body tensed as for the space of a few heartbeats nothing happened. Suddenly Taylor’s body lurched and she gasped, drawing in a deep lungful of air. Her eyes, when they opened, were a swirling violet hue. The whiteness of her cheeks changed to a pale pink and the tip of her tongue peeped out from between her parched lips, struggling to wet them.