Throbbing, heated pain. Dane clutched his lower leg. “What’s going on?” Ethan asked. “My leg.” Blood had soaked through his jeans and was gradually invading new territory. Ethan crouched down and slowly folded Dane’s pant leg up off the wound. The cloth clung to his skin, and he hissed through his teeth from the pain of the friction burn. “Crap, Dane. That rope did a number on your shin. I’m surprised you could help Bonnie like this. What were you thinking?” A heady presence filled the room, causing Dane to look up to where Malini hovered in the doorway, the afternoon light filling the space around her body so she appeared to glow. “Not to worry, Soulkeeper.” She stressed the last word. “I’ll fix you right up as soon as I finish with Bonnie. Her injuries are more serious.” She moved to Bonnie’s side. The explosive crack of an enchanted staff signaled Grace’s arrival, her shoulders laden with everyone’s bags. She moved into action, dumping her cargo and fishing out a clean towel from the duffel bag full of weapons.
