Damian POV
I stepped back through the hallway door and returned to the exam room. Caine looked up from the chair beside Archer’s table.
“How is he?” I asked.
“Alive,” he said.
That was good enough for now. I looked over at my beta. Archer lay stretched across the table, too still for my liking despite the steady rise and fall of his chest. Guilt pressed briefly against my ribs. I should have gotten to him faster.
The worst of the bleeding had finally stopped, and the lacerations Doc had sewn up had already turned into pink scars. It was too fast, considering how badly he’d been injured. It wasn’t natural, even allowing for our advanced healing. There was only one reason I could think of. Willow.
“Did she come back in here?” I asked. I didn’t have to specify who.
Caine nodded slowly
