By the time I’m finished, all ten of his fingers hang grotesquely limp. He’s barely conscious, shock setting in from the pain.
Seth chooses this moment to appear in the doorway, having dealt with the inn owner. He takes in the c*****e with a single sweeping glance—three dead bodies, blood splattered across the walls, Andrew slumped in the corner with his hands destroyed.
“Lucian…” he says carefully, acutely aware of the alarming edge to my rage.
“Keep this one alive,” I say icily, jerking my head toward Andrew. “He’s not dying yet.”
Seth nods and moves toward the barely conscious human. “What else?”
“Summon Leon and two of my private healers,” I order, my eyes already back on Astra’s still form. “Now.”
“I can have them here in an hour—”
“Ten minutes, Seth,” I cut him off, my voice t
