"Hurry," Seraphina hissed over her slender shoulder, her platinum-blonde hair whipping wildly around her delicate face. "He does not have much time. The wound is deep, Chrissie. Straight through the chest."
"Where is he?" I demanded, my voice trembling as my vivid red eyes scanned the jagged, imposing silhouettes of the western rocks. The terrain here was a nightmare of sheer drops and claustrophobic ravines. The perfect place for an ambush. "Seraphina, stop. Show me exactly where he is. I cannot sense his blood. I know the scent of my own healing blood perfectly, and I do not smell it on the wind."
Seraphina paused. She stood about ten yards ahead of me, her back turned, perfectly framed between two towering spires of black stone. The wind died down entirely, leaving a silence so absolu
