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“How bad is your leg?”
“Well, if it had been my femoral, I’d be dead by now,” I mumbled, slumping to the floor.
“Shut up.” She used her good hand to drag the backpack closer, riffling through it until she found the first aid kit.
“Magic,” I said.
“I know. You had no choice.”
“No. Aubrey.” Fuck, why could I barely talk? Maybe I’d lost more blood than I’d thought.
She pulled out Aubrey’s bag of tricks, relief clear on her face as she dumped everything on the floor.
“Pixie dust,” I said.
She nodded, taking the tiny jar and trickling it onto the wound in my thigh. I bit into my lower lip as fire erupted, traveling up toward my hip. But my head was already clearer.
“Don’t use it all. We might need it later.”
Kyla didn’t look happy about that, but she nodded, tucking it back into Aubrey’s bag. I used the wall at my back to get my feet. Pixie dust was almost mythical, the expense so incredible that few people had ever seen it. Not only could I feel the wound in my thigh knitting back together—a nauseating feeling I never wanted to experience again—but the pixie dust would be slowly replacing my lost blood.
“Evie?”
My thoughts had drifted away from me again. Hopefully, my missing blood was replaced sooner rather than later.
“We need to fix your shoulder,” I said.
Kyla nodded. Then she turned and slammed it into the wall. With a pop, her shoulder was back in place.
I leaned over and threw up.
She wrinkled her nose and waved her hand toward the dead scorpions, blood, and entrails strewn in front of us. “That didn’t do it, but the shoulder did?”
I wiped my mouth. “I’m sure it was cumulative.”
Our eyes met. My lips trembled. Tiny lines formed around her eyes.
We cracked up.
There was literally nothing funny about our situation. If anything, things were dire.
I laughed harder.
Kyla leaned over, her good hand bracing on her knee as she chortled.
I wiped at my eyes. Ludicrous. We were both ludicrous.
“Okay,” I said with a deep breath. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
* * *
Nathaniel
Gettingpast the guard on the tunnel wasn’t an issue. The book kept me invisible, and my wolf rose to the surface, ensuring I stayed entirely silent. Of course, I was willing to tear out the guard’s throat and drag him into the tunnel with me if I had to.
I could scent Evie as I prowled down the tunnel, the light guiding me toward her. Kyla’s scent was fainter, but still layered beneath the odor of old magic.
I broke into a jog.
