We looked at Garrett. He sighed. “I only came to keep you fools from dying.”
“I don’t want to say Thalia was wrong,” Moira gloated, “but this was one of the easiest sabotages I’ve ever been involved in.”
The vehicle came to a stop in front of the house and Thorvin stepped out, oblivious to our presence.
“See you back at the house,” Moira said. With a wink, she blinked out of existence.
Damn. I needed to get my hands on some of those potions. Think of the possibilities.
A gunshot rang out into the night.
Garrett dropped like a stone.
Chapter
Eleven
Ididn’t even think or scream. There was no time. I covered Garrett’s body with my own, squeezed my eyes shut, and blinked out of existence.
Moira smiled when she saw me, but the amusement dropped from her face when she saw Garrett’s lifeless body underneath mine.
“He’s injured. Put pressure on the wound and call Caelan,” I grunted. “I’ll be right back.”
“Evie—”
I blinked back onto the edge of Thorvin’s property, several feet away from where we’d ended up, no longer giving a shit if he sensed me. Garrett’s blood had stained the snow crimson. Thorvin was still close to the house, carefully making his way toward our hiding place, the gun held up and aimed.
I crouched behind a tree and sent my power into the earth toward where Garrett fell. His blood disappeared into the soil, along with any evidence of our trespassing. Smoothing the snow over took a little more time than I expected, but there was still time left on the potion. I could make it back in time if I hurried.
I peered up at the sky. No fresh snowfall which wasn’t the best news. Chewing on the side of my lips, my heart poundinglike a bass drum, I slowly lifted the dirt underneath the ground a few feet away, shifting the snow up and over to cover where we’d been. If Thorvin dug around, he might scent us, but if all he did was look, this could work.
By tomorrow, all traces of our scent should be gone, especially if the weather cooperated and dropped more snow on the ground.
Once a new layer of snow covered the old, I closed my eyes and blinked away.
It had to be enough.
I’d been gone less than two minutes, but that amount of time when someone might be bleeding out could be the difference between life and death. Moira crouched over Garrett, her face pale even in the dim light, and pressed a hand against Garrett’s chest.
I fell to my knees beside her. “Keep pressure on the wound. I’m going in.”
Moira gave me a sharp nod. “Caelan’s on his way.”
I adjusted into a cross-legged position and put my hands on Garrett’s body, closing my eyes as I called to the earth.
It responded so quickly the ground rumbled. Moira inhaled a sharp breath.
“Time is of the essence,” I murmured. “Don’t be alarmed.”
She settled next to me, her breathing ragged. “He’s losing too much blood.”
I didn’t answer, my consciousness invading Garrett’s bloodstream, searching for the damage.
The answer made me swallow hard. Tears swam behind my closed eyes. First, I looked for the bullet. If it was still inside him, anything I did might not be enough.
“Exit wound?” I croaked when my search yielded no fruit.
“Not that I can tell,” Moira said.
