“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, his breathing steady, the worst of the bleeding finally stopped, the lacerations Doc had sewn up turning into pink scars. It was too fast, considering how badly he'd been injured. It wasn't natural, even considering 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. “Yeah.”
“And?”
He tilted his head slightly, studying me in a way that made me immediately suspicious. “She did something.”
Of course she did. “What kind of something?” I asked.
“I’m not sure.” His brow furrowed slightly. “But I felt it. A low surge of power.”
That confirmed wh
