Chapter 27
When Dane came to, s**t was still going on around the magic well. He could hear screams and shouts, spells and swears, and bizarre cryptid calls. Something was weighing him down, pinning his chest and torso. He craned his neck up to see Sean, passed out.
He looked a mess. Half his face was covered in blood, his hands too. Dane thought he’d never seen Sean so exhausted, the few wrinkles he had more prominent than ever. Then he had the fear that using the magic had killed Sean. Dane pushed himself up so fast his side rewarded him with a jolt of pain.
“Sean,” he said, and grabbed his shoulder. “You’re not light, are you? Wake the f**k up.”
Sean didn’t respond. Dane shook him harder, his side stiff and painful, and managed to extract himself from under Sean’s body. The bleeding
