He tried to move his head away from the stream of hot, thick liquid that was pouring into his throat, choking him. A large hand held the top of his head, pinning him in place. He fought to open his eyes but they were too heavy. “That’s it, Jake, drink.” Kelan’s soothing voice invaded his senses and Jake relaxed, opening his throat to drink whatever Kelan was offering him. Jake’s head was thumping and his leg throbbed like a son of a bitch. But the more liquid that poured into his throat, the better he began to feel. A moment or two later, the flow stopped and Jake was able to crack open his eyes. Kelan was looking down at him with an anxious expression on his face. His forearm was raised to Jake’s face and a deep cut on his wrist was closing up before Jake’s eyes. “Kelan?” “I’m here, baby. Try not to move for a while, okay? You’re still healing.”
