Letting out a rough breath, she shouldered Mars out of the way when she saw brothers crouched around Juanita on either side of her. “If you want me to heal her, then back the f**k off,” she snarled, uncaring that the upper echelons of the MC were here.
Maybe they were surprised at her tone, or maybe they respected her gift enough to do as they were told, but they moved away, circling her loosely, without a word uttered.
It galled her that perhaps they knew who this woman was and what she’d been to Pip’s mate. Maybe they pitied her.
Rage flushed through her, and the need to heal that had urged her through the crowd withered a little at the emotion.
She stretched her neck as she knelt beside the unconscious woman and looked over her battered form. Tension didn’t seep from her at the sigh
