Eva lifted a challenging stare to Fiona, the unspoken leader here.
Fiona watched her for a moment, and Eva thought she would insist on killing the man despite her protests.
Fiona's lips quirked and she nodded. "You heard her. Get him to the healer." Fiona glanced at Laurell and tilted her head at Eva. "Go with her. Try to keep her out of trouble."
"You're getting soft," Laurell grunted.
Fiona arched an amused eyebrow. "Don't let Hanna hear you say that. She'd never let me live it down."
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Eva shoved her shoulderunder the man's arm, heaving him up and supporting his weight as Laurell led the way to their exit point. The skin below the tourniquet had blackened, tiny veins of green spreading out from the sting like branches on a tree. His breathing was labored as beads of sweat ran down his forehead.
"We're almost there," Eva assured him.
At least she hoped so.
The transformation was happening too fast. Faster than anything Eva had ever seen.
Laurell paused at the door to the outside, looking left then right before doing a visual sweep of the frame to make sure no bugs waited.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Laurell asked. "It's likely safer inside."
"That isn't an option. He won't make it if we wait for the battle to be over." Eva was concerned about how quickly his skin was changing. It hadn't progressed past the tourniquet yet, but it was only a matter of time.
She didn't know at what point the infection became irreversible, and she had no plans to find out. It was either take the risk or let Laurell kill him.
Approval shown in Laurell's eyes. "I think we're rubbing off on you, Lowlander."
Eva's smile was fierce. "Ever consider it might be the opposite?"
Laurell snorted. "Don't go getting all sassy on me. We still have a way to go. You don't want to upset your escort, now do you?"
"You're both crazy," the man panted. "I'm going to die before we ever take a single step."
Laurell didn't bother hiding her grin. "You heard the man. No turning back now."
