That had been three hours ago and she had been pacing the room ever since. She had nearly left the room a few times, but the memory of the look on Nicky’s face when he told her to stay had kept her in the room. “Is he okay?” She whispered, her hands wringing nervously together. Nicky nodded. “Yes. He’s with mama.” “Thank the gods.” Relief flooded through her and she gave the brothers a weak smile. James stared grimly at her as Nicholas sighed deeply. “How do you feel Bree? Were you injured?” “No, I’m okay.” She had used one of her shirts to stem the bleeding from the wound on her back. It had oozed some yellow liquid at first, and she had rinsed it carefully until it appeared clean. It was burning and itching fiercely but the wound looked shallow to her. After what happened, she didn’t have the courage to ask James to heal it. It would have to heal on its own. “I’m so sorry.” She said. “I didn’t know Evan was following me. If I had, I would never have let him – “ “Where were you going?” James interrupted her. “You weren’t heading towards Vanden.”
