Kira shakes her head and sighs. “She’s right, I just need to figure out how to fix them and send them to the academy. I don’t know if I can do this.”
“Well, we can’t just leave them out here. If humans find them, it could mean a fate worse than death for all supernaturals.”
10
“Can you fix them?” I ask.
“Yes.” Her hands glow red with her magic as she stares down at the golden thing. “I think I know what to do.”
“Okay, you do that. B, you need to rest. You’re still leaking ichor everywhere. Maybe use the elixir?” Raven says.
I glance down at my shoulder. It’s healing but too slowly for my liking. Am I a danger to my friends like this?
“Nobody got my blood on them, right?” I ask.
“No, I think we’re all good.” Greyson steps next to Raven. “It didn’t even splatter on me when I yanked the spear out of you.”
“Thank the gods for that because I don’t know what would happen if you were dosed again.” I shake my head and wince as the forest spins around me.
Reaching up, I touch the back of my head, and my hand comes back wet with golden blood.
“I’m a fucking mess,” I grumble.
“You need the elixir. You depleted your magic when you fried them all,” Draven says, staring around me instead of directly at me. “You’re weakened right now. That’s why the healing is slow.”
My stomach takes that opportunity to rumble loudly. “Okay, fine, I’m depleted.”
Raven jogs over to the SUV and grabs my bag, digging through it for the elixir, then jogs back over. I hold my hand out for the bottle, and she raises a brow.
“You can’t get my blood on you, Raven. Give me the bottle. I can do it myself.”
“Fine, but you better take it. Jayden is going to be so mad if you don’t take care of yourself after being injured and depleted.” Raven hands over the bottle.
“I promise, I’ll be fine. Nothing hit anything vital.” I take the dropper from the bottle and add three drops to my tongue.
The skin on my shoulder and head flare with heat as the elixir pumps quickly through my system. I grit my teeth as the pain of the skin stitching itself back together burns through me. Healing quickly is almost as bad as the wound itself.
Raven sighs with relief but a glint of something behind the trees freezes me in my tracks. “There are more of them.”
I jump to my feet, calling my whip, but electricity flickers and dies on it. The elixir isn’t a cure-all. I need fuel before my magic will be restored.
“What do we do?” Raven asks.
“Here,” Greyson says, pulling a protein bar from his pocket.
“Snack mom to the rescue.” I chuckle, ripping the wrapper off the protein bar and shoving it in my mouth. “Much better.”
“It’s not enough but will have to do,” Greyson grumbles.
All the guys have started bringing snacks into battle for me, Raven, and Jayden, in case we use too much magic and need to refuel. It’s pretty hilarious but also super sweet of them.
“It really bothers you that I’m depleted, doesn’t it? Not just because of Jayden.” I raise a brow at him.
“We should probably focus on the automatons heading toward us rather than the reasons why Greyson has become a snack mom.” Raven lifts her twin blades.
“You’re pack.” Greyson shrugs.
A golden woman steps out of the tree line with her hands raised in surrender, followed by six other females, all metal and creaking the way the male automatons were as well.
