Sabrina held his hand, her eyes never leaving his face as she mumbled over and over, “Please, Liam, please.”
I bit my lip, shutting out everything else and concentrating on the flow of energy between my hands and Liam’s neck. The air around us became electrified, charged with the strength of my magic as it worked on his torn flesh. At first, I didn’t think it was working. Blood continued to ooze from between my fingers, slick and warm against my skin. Then, a subtle change. The ragged cut began to close, the flesh knitting itself like two pieces of fabric stitched by an invisible hand.
“Damn.” Sabrina eyes flitted between Liam’s face, me, and his healing wound, then back to me, her words coming between sobs. “Liza, it’s working.”
I let out a choked laugh. My brother’s life had teetered on the edge, and somehow, miraculously, I’d been able to pull him back. It was a feeling unlike anything I’d ever experienced before: raw, powerful, terrifying.
Beneath it all, a fierce pride burned bright, stoking the flames of my newfound confidence.
“Of course it’s working.” I tried to inject some levity into the situation. “It’s me you’re speaking to.”
With Liam’s worst injury now healed, I allowed myself a moment to take in the rest of his battered body. Cuts and bruises marred his once flawless skin, but he was alive. As I looked down at him, I swelled with a fierce protectiveness that threatened to consume me.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Sabrina and I helped move him across the room where there was no glass. He winced, but at least he was moving. It was nothing short of miraculous, and it was all because of me. Sabrina rushed to find an unbroken bowl and a clean cloth before she began cleaning the blood from his skin.
Eventually, he felt strong enough to stand, so Sabrina and I helped him up, and with one of us on either side, we supported him and slowly shuffled out of the house.
Burning rubber and gasoline assaulted my nostrils once we stepped outside, with Liam leaning heavily on us for support. The remains of an SUV smoldered in the driveway, reduced to a twisted heap of metal and shattered glass. The explosion had come so suddenly, so violently, that my head was still spinning.
“Ty!” I scanned the chaos for any sign of my mate. “Where are you?” Panic coiled inside me. “Ty!”
“Over here,” came his terse reply, and I spotted him kneeling by the wreckage. His eyes flickered toward us for a moment, and when he registered the sight of us, he came running toward me. “Whose blood is this? Are you okay, Liza? Sabrina?”
“It’s Liam’s blood. He was—” I began to explain, but Sabrina cut me off.
“Oh, my God, Ty, you’ve never seen anything like it. Well, maybe you have, but it was fucking mind-blowing. Liam was bleeding, he had a great big wound on his neck, Liza… Liza fixed him.” The adrenaline must still have been coursing through her system as her words came out in one long rush and ended on a sob. “He could have died, but he saved me, Ty. He saved me and Liza.”
Ty turned his worried gaze to Liam, then me. “Are you sure you’re not injured, love?”
“I’m fine,” I reassured him. “Just tired from healing Liam. I think he needs to go to the hospital. He lost a lot of blood.”
Liam, who’d said nothing—which was a testament to how hurt he was—finally spoke up, though he sounded weak. “I’m fine. A couple of good steaks, an early night, and I’ll be fine.”
I cocked an eyebrow at him. “So, if Sabrina and I were to walk away now, you could stand on your own?”
Reluctantly, he shook his head. “Probably not.”
“Right, which is exactly why you need to go to the hospital.” Ty’s concern for my brother was a far cry from the distrust of their initial meeting. “You should get checked, Liam. Liza’s never healed a wound like that before. What if she missed something or it’s only temporary? We don’t know the extent of her healing powers. Just let the ladies take you to hospital so the nurses can fuss over you.”
To all our surprise, Sabrina growled at Ty’s last statement. I wasn’t even sure she was aware she’d done it, but it certainly meant a conversation was in the cards from my brother and me about their bond and what he planned to do about it.
Ty handed me a set of keys, then gave me a kiss that rumbled down to my toes. “You’re certain you’re not injured?”
“I’m fine. Liam pushed me out of the way of the glass. I’ll phone you from the hospital.” Although I’d managed to heal Liam’s most serious injury, I couldn’t shake the nagging worry that it wasn’t enough. As Ty said, I’d never healed an injury like that before. He’d lost a lot of blood, and still bore countless cuts and bruises.
“Okay. Be careful.”
More people were arriving—pack members from the training area, and the police. .
“Isaiah, follow them to the hospital. Make sure everything’s all right.” Ty’s command rang in my ears as Sabrina, Liam, and I headed for the car. Through our bond, I felt Ty’s concern as well as his pride in me.
“Got it, boss,” Isaiah said smoothly, a stark contrast to Ty’s rougher tone. The handsome informant nodded, though his face remained solemn. He was worried about Liam, but there was something deeper: a responsibility for our safety. It wasn’t just because he worked for Ty. It was personal.
“Let’s go.”
We got Liam comfortable in the car. The explosion had been sudden, unexpected, and terrifying. My hands shook slightly as I recalled the glass shattering around us, and the feeling of Liam’s hand shoving me out of the way. God, we’d come so close to losing him.
Once we pulled up to the hospital, Isaiah parked nearby, keeping a watchful eye on the entrance. He gave me a reassuring nod before turning his attention to the surrounding area and scanning for any potential threats.
