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Smoke puffed from his nostrils in a clear “fuck you,” but I didn’t take it personally. I’d have done the same thing.
His chest heaved, and I walked around him once again, seeing if there was anything else I could do. Before I could put hands on him again, Winter, our clan healer, came running back out with Dawsyn right behind her.
They had matching gasps when they saw Lykem. Though, it was Dawsyn who dropped to her knees. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
I went to her and pulled her back. “Not your fault.” Then, I glanced at Winter. “What do you need?”
“Everything,” she whispered, her hands hovering over his chest. “He’s very weak, and his stomach…” She glanced back at me, a piece of her white-blonde hair falling over her wide aqua eyes. “This isn’t good.”
Dawsyn’s body shook within my hold. “What can we do?”
“Tell Greta I need three full kits,” Winter said. “She’ll know what to do.”
Dawsyn took off without me, and I stayed behind in case Winter needed my help to move Lykem.
As she bent next to him, the healer did a partial shift and began painfully plucking scales from her arm, creating a pile of at least a dozen. It wasn’t well known outside of our clan that her scales held a healing power, but I was damned grateful I knew.
She placed three of them inside Lykem’s stomach wound, then turned to me. “I need you to come and press his skin back together as close as you can get it. We need the magic from the scales to penetrate as deeply as possible.”
There was no hesitation in following her request. My hands were already covered in blood, and if Lykem didn’t recover from this…I knew I’d never unseen the gore we were surrounded by.
His dragon twitched, but it appeared he was passed out again. A small thanks.
Dawsyn returned, chest likely heaving from all the running and adrenaline. “Greta said she’d send the first kit out within five minutes and keep working on the others, but she’s not sure if we have enough items to do three.”
Winter cursed under her breath. “If you believe in a god, I’d start praying.”
My mate’s face paled. “What can I do?”
“Come over here and help me adjust his wing, so I can get to another wound.”
I opened my mouth to tell Winter I would help. Lykem was a big dragon—heavy as shit—but before the words could get out, Dawsyn was at Lykem’s shoulders and bent at the knees, sliding her hands beneath him.
With a loud grunt of effort, she lifted his upper body. Her face was red, and I was pretty sure she wasn’t breathing, but hell, she was fucking strong.
Winter had him adjusted within thirty seconds, and Dawsyn dropped his body, wincing when the ground shook. “Sorry. Again,” she whispered to him, rubbing her hand over his neck.
“He didn’t feel a thing,” Winter said, then handed her a few scales. “Place one of these in each of the wounds on his other side. If they don’t look like they’re going to close on their own, hold them together until you see the skin start to stitch itself back together.”
“What happens when we get all the wounds closed?” Dawsyn asked.
“We pray he wakes up.”
ChapterEighteen
DAWSYN
It had been four hours since Lykem had come back. Once all of his injuries were sealed—thanks to Winter’s scales—she’d covered his body with a balm made from the healing kits Greta had sent out. All that was left to do was to watch over him.
Dragons were sent to keep an eye out for any incoming attacks. We had no clue what happened to Knox since Lykem hadn’t woken back up, but if he wasn’t worse than Lykem, then we had to be prepared for anything.
Especially since the bastard seemed to have a beacon on me, thanks to our bond.
I badly wanted to leave and go home to find a way to break the connection, but more than that, I needed to know I hadn’t killed Lykem.
Sure, I knew it wasn’t me who’d wounded him, but Knox had only attacked because I was out there.
Cillian’s thumb rubbed over the back of my hand. “We’ll need to leave in the morning, even if he’s not awake.”
