Morgana nods, frowning. “I don’t know what you are. I’ve never heard of such a power before. To free spirits and to almost split realms, it’s unheard of.”
Sin cuts in, “That wasn’t the same energy signature she had last night.”
I shrug. “The other power only started after I met Leon.”
“Do they know? About this power?” Morgana asks, sounding concerned.
I shake my head, starting to feel dizzy. Blood loss is fun like that.
Sin notices. “She needs medical attention.”
He steps forward, and I give him my best ‘No shit, Sherlock’ expression.
Morgana stops him, grasping Sin’s arm. “Magnus and Damien, patch her up. Sin, we need to talk.”
They apparate away without another word.
I ignore the tiniest hint of disappointment that hits when they leave.
Damien turns to me. “So, red, how about we go back to the castle so we can look at those papercuts?”
I choke out a laugh, still feeling woozy.
“Yeah, sure. I must have tripped and scraped my knee,” I answer lightly.
We apparate back into the sitting room where I found them earlier. I hadn’t realized the two were together like that. My cheeks heat, realizing I may have interrupted an intimate moment between them when I barged in.
“Sorry about derailing your evening,” I say as Damien walks me over to a lounge chair, and Magnus steps out to grab some first aid supplies.
Damien smiles, and I can’t help but notice how he lights up the entire room. He just has this energy about him; he practically glows.
“No need to be sorry, red. You’re more entertaining than anything we had planned. But we weren’t thrilled to learn that Morgana left you in the forest,” he answers.
“We wanted to escort you back out,” Magnus calls as he re-enters the room with towels, water, and a small case. “But Morgana said she’d have the forsaken slit our throats the moment we set foot in the woods.”
He puts the supplies down and kneels, inspecting my leg. He tuts, lightly prodding at the torn flesh. I bite my lip to stop from screaming.
Damien joins him and gives an exaggerated sigh, “This isn’t how I pictured this happening, but red, we need to take your pants off.”
Magnus grins. “It was only a matter of time until she gave in to our charms.”
I roll my eyes but use the lounge chair to help pull myself up. Magnus is there in an instant, helping me stand. I laugh at their antics. “I bet you two come on to all the kidnap victims that are beaten up here.”
If I ever get to see Conner again, I’m going to push aside my aversion to physical affection and hug him. This situation would be utterly mortifying if it weren’t for his desensitization to male attention.
Damien works the belt off my thigh slowly, and blood starts to return to my leg. Black circles line the edges of my vision from the pain.
“Easy, little enigma, we’ve got you,” Magnus whispers into the shell of my ear as his arm tightens around my waist.
I’m grateful for the support because my knees are weak.
“To clarify,” I hiss through the pain. “I think you’re both great, but I’m really not looking for anything at the moment. I have enough boy drama.”
I look down at Damien, and he winks, loosening the belt a little more. “Understood, red.”
Magnus’ whisper comes again, “But perhaps you’ll allow us to distract you while we get you patched up.”
Damien finishes opening the belt, and the full pressure of blood returning to my leg makes me lightheaded.
