Harley’s POV
As soon as Seth is gone, Dash is at my side, scanning my battered face with those dark, soulful eyes that absolutely kill me.
“Ice,” he shouts to Nate and Stella, who have been hovering out in the hallway, watching us through the open doorway, since around the time I took out the house power. “And antibiotic ointment.”
Nate and Stella scramble away without a word. As soon as they do, I head for the window. “I don’t need ice,” I tell Dash and Will. “I need to talk to you. Both of you.”
Neither of them argues with this; they both look too eager to hear the story. So when I fly out the window and into the woods, they follow—Dash with his Self-Telekinesis, and Will as a bird.
“Tell us,” growls Dash as soon as we’ve all returned to the ground (and our human forms).
“Well…
