Noxlyn was bleeding from a cut on his forehead, but it looked minor, at least compared to Camden. It was difficult to see from my current position, but what I caught a glimpse of was enough. Half of his face had been burnt, and the damage appeared to go down his side. His leg hung at a weird angle. He didn’t appear to be conscious, but I truly couldn’t tell.
“Camden,” Wyn cried, but he didn’t leave my side.
I curled my tail around his in silent support.
“He…” Noxlyn sobbed. “He pushed me out of the way.”
Qinlin took a single moment to pat her son’s cheek before ordering, “Put him here. Where is that useless amorian?”
“Right here,” he said, appearing behind her.
She growled as Noxlyn and Vorjyn laid Camden down on a bed. Techs swarmed him, blocking our view. Noxlyn remained by Camden, regardless of when he was ordered to move, but Vorjyn moved toward us.
“Will you live?” he asked in a bored voice, looking down at me.
“I believe so.”
Wyn growled. “You will be fine. There’s no other choice.”
Vorjyn rolled his eyes. “Like you could keep him from death. People in love are truly moronic.”
My mate turned toward him with a snarl, but I tugged on Wyn’s tail to keep him from doing anything foolish. I asked, “What happened?”
Vorjyn answered, “I was looking for Wyn, as you barked at me, and I came upon the young drakcol and the human.”
“Noxlyn and Camden,” Wyn supplied.
“I suppose, if you insist on giving them names,” Vorjyn said. “Anyway, the human was in rough shape and the young drakcol was struggling to carry him. He refused to let me carry the human here, so we came together.”
“How’s Camden?” I asked, grabbing Wyn’s hand. While I didn’t care for Camden, Wyn did—they were friends. Also, I owed him for protecting and caring for Wyn while I was separated from my mate.
“I doubt he’ll survive.”
Wyn took in a shuddering breath.
Vorjyn glanced at Wyn. “He took an exploding conduit to the side. He’s badly burned and some debris crushed his side. He’ll be dead soon. Pity. He was rather amusing.”
My mate snarled, but it was thick with emotion.
“Wyn!” Seth called, appearing at his side and dragging him into a hug.
“Seth.” Wyn returned the hug and held Seth back just as tight before checking Bobbinvoxlyn, who clung to his father, crying.
“My cousins?” I asked as I tried to get up.
Wyn pushed me back down with a warning growl, but I fought his grip and ignored the pain slashing through me. I had to make sure they were safe.
Seth replied, “Both Kal and Mindy are safe. So’s Teddy, though Mindy won’t let him out of his sight. Me and Bob are fine, and so’s Lucy.”
“Cincin,” I cried.
“She’s safe,” Wyn said, smoothing a hand over my hair. “Upset, but completely fine.”
I fell back on the bed. “The others? Talvax? Urgg?”
Seth shook his head. “I don’t know.”
“Wyn, help me up,” I ordered.
