“Jamie, what have you done?” Mari looked up to see light glint from the blade in Jamie’s hand. It was Hughie’s dirk; he must have taken it during the struggle. Jamie turned over the dirk in his hand. Certain that he was ready to use it, Mari cried out and lunged. Startled, Jamie turned too fast and lost his balance. He fell with a grunt, and lay still. Mari went to him and saw the dirk stuck in his side. “Oh, Jamie!” She called out for Callum, but the brawl, though subsiding, was too loud for anyone to hear her. She turned him over to look at the wound. The blade had not gone in far, and his breathing was steady.
“Callum!”
A grunt drew her attention to Hughie. He stirred, but then went still. She reached over to check him. He moved when she touched him.
“Mari?” murmured Hughie.
“I’m so
