The air in the foyer was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp, ozone tang of Silas’s flaring magic. Hecate arrived within seconds, her medical bag clutched in one hand and a bundle of clean white towels in the other. She didn't waste time with pleasantries; she knelt beside Jax, her hands moving with a practiced, clinical speed.
"Hold him down," Hecate ordered, looking at Kael. "The silver is still reacting. If he shifts now, his heart will shred itself."
Kael dropped to his knees, pinning Jax’s shoulders to the stone floor. His own eyes were still vibrating with a dull orange light, the connection between the triplets making him wince in sympathy every time Jax’s body jerked.
"Elena, get over here," Silas commanded. He was standing by Jax’s feet, his hands clenched so t
