Calix finished pulling on his spare jeans he’d kept stashed in his bag before entering the bedroom where Kitt rested on the bed, pale and unmoving. Her chest lifted regularly and evenly, showing no signs of distress. Bruises and abrasions were scattered over the parts of her body not covered by the bed linens. A small cut above her eyebrow had been cleaned and no longer oozed. For all intents and purposes, she was sleeping, but he knew better. Unconsciousness spoke of a head injury. He only hoped it wasn’t bad. Shifters were tough creatures, able to heal what would be mortal wounds to humans. Yet, they weren’t indestructible. Just the opposite, though it took a heck of a blow to do it.
Cain held her limp hand, worry coating his face.
He knew the two were close. Friends, though he’d wonde
