“Wyn,” I muttered. “Wyn first.”
Darkness swallowed me up.
Chapter 63
Injured silence.
Why was it so loud?
Yelling. Someone was yelling. Several people were yelling. My back throbbed, but my right side was oddly numb. What was going on? I should open my eyes, but that seemed like more effort than I could expend right now.
“Where is Monqilcolnen?” a voice I knew better than my own roared. “Where is he?”
“Here,” I said or tried to. It came out more like a strangled moan. But it was enough.
“Star.” Fingers brushed over my face, and finally, I opened my eyes to the best sight I’d ever seen: Wyn. His brows were pulledtogether and his teeth had sunk into his plump bottom lip. He was the loveliest thing I’d ever seen.
“My Wyn.” I tried to lift my hand, but I moaned as sharp stabs went up my back.
“No, Monqilcolnen,” he growled. “You’re hurt. Stay still.” Wyn looked away from me and snapped, “We need assistance over here.”
“He is not critical as long as he doesn’t move,” Qinlin yelled. “Stay out of my way.”
I tried to look around, but it was too hard. My eyes fell closed. “What happened?”
“I don’t know the details yet, but the damage is extensive. Do you remember what happened on Command?”
It was hard to think about anything other than Wyn’s fingers running through my hair, over my scalp. But eventually, it came rushing back to me. “Siscurras.”
“What?”
“It came out right in front of us. I managed to order us back in time because of my inner fire. We just grazed it,” I said.
Wyn pressed a hard kiss to my lips. I moaned, trying to return it, but it was over too fast for me in my current state. He brushed my hair back, his face close to mine, and whispered, “I am so grateful and proud of you, Star.”
It wasn’t as if I had a choice with my inner fire. My eyes ran over Wyn and a frown began to form.
“What?” he asked.
I tried to push up, but a stab in my side made me stop. I kept trying, though, regardless of the pain.
“Monqilcolnen, stop,” Wyn ordered, pushing me down.
“Are you hurt? What about your chest? Your soul scales,” I rasped, gripping the base of his shirt to yank it up and check on him.
“Stop,” Wyn said, grabbing my frantic hands. “I’m fine.”
I stared at him.
“Fine. I’m bruised, but I promise, I’m fine.” Wyn dropped his forehead to mine, nuzzling. “I’m completely fine, Mate.”
My soul stuttered. He’d never called me that.
A panicked shout ripped through the air. “Mother, please. Help me.”
Wyn and I both turned toward the door. Noxlyn had just entered, and Vorjyn was by him, with an unconscious Camden between them.
“Little Shadow,” Qinlin called, racing toward him and cupping his cheek.
