"Serena, please don't." His voice was rough, strained, the words of a man who was watching the woman he loved bleed herself to heal him and hated every second of it.
The skin sizzled on contact just as Dex's did, the wounds sealing in real time. His breathing became less ragged.
She didn't stop, moving her hand to his dislocated shoulder. She wasn't sure if her blood could even help that, but she squeezed more of it onto him without flinching.
His expression was tense watching her, but the relief that he felt was something that even he couldn't hide with Alpha composure.
Fin pushed himself upright, two massive bruises already replacing the puncture wounds, color returning to his face with a speed that made Alaric's left eyebrow climb toward his hairline. His hand found the flask in his coat. One long swig. So much for a quiet night.
Serena was turning towards Gav, brows knit.
"Don't even think about it," Gav said flatly. "I didn't get one."
