A burst of green light flared in her palm, and without waiting for permission, she pressed it to his pierced shoulder. "Don't move."
"Shut up."
She pressed harder with her fingertips, deliberately pushing against the wound. "You're not some three-year-old cub—I know my limits."
Rhys Blackwood folded his arms, leaning on a massive stone by the pool, his dark eyes sweeping over Corbin Crowley's strained expression. Suddenly he spoke, "I got ambushed over here. I figure Soren Phoenix probably ran into trouble too. There are a few others—I wonder how they're doing."
That wasn't hard to guess. Those Dragon Clan bastards obviously came to avenge Mael Valerius. No way they'd just target Rhys and Corbin.
As Luna worked on healing Corbin, she answered, "Zeke Veridian broke both his hind legs. Kian Sterling got hurt, too. Soren Phoenix looks like he got beat into a pig's head—he's hiding, won't show his face."
