CHAPTER TEN
I hurried over and dropped to my knees beside him. The stench of burned flesh invaded my nostrils and I could now see his blackened flesh. His hands shook and his face was twisted into a grimace.
I looked from his smoking palms to his tense face. “Now I know you’re not alright.”
He managed a shaky smile. “I’m afraid not.”
Toby stretched out his long neck and inspected the wounds. “Those aren’t good. You need to go see a doctor.”
“Point me to the nearest office,” Tegan teased. He flexed his fingers and winced. “He’d have an eager patient.”
Little croaking noises turned my attention to the ruins of the tree. Tegan’s fire magic had done a number on the dead plant. Most of the moss had been burnt to a crisp and the fireballs had burned neat little holes all along th
