Chapter Fifty-SixI put the sword away and reached for Diggy.
“Let me see.”
I looked up when he pulled away, met his glowing eyes. “Can you tell how deep it is?”
“Deep enough,” he said. “It needs pressure until I can shift.”
I looked around, seeing nothing, unsure what to say or do. Adrenaline still flooded my system, but other things came into focus–the police sirens, the blue and red light reflection up ahead, the smell of cauterized meat, the combined voices of multiple people trying to be heard at once. The fact I'd used my sword in his presence. His labored breathing, the metallic smell of blood wafting from him.
“You want to shift here?”
“No.” He turned and moved away, and I stepped beside him, close enough I'd catch him if he fell, far enough not to offend him.
We moved side b
