Chapter Eighteen
SASHA
“Are you okay?” Sasha asked, climbing out of the car. She ran to Dylan, bleeding and bruised, and helped him to his feet. “God, you’re a mess.”
“The shift will heal me,” he said. “I just have to spend longer in it.”
“How does that work?”
“What keeps me alive during my transformative process,” Dylan said, sucking in air hard. “Is a capacity for rapid healing. That’s how we live through it, I think. Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.” He turned hard eyes on Sasha. “Why did you hit him so hard?”
“What? He was going to kill you!”
“Maybe,” Dylan said. “I hope you haven’t killed him.” He looked at his body, seemed to do a mental check to see if he could still feel everything and move everything, and then he looked at her. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Sasha said. “I was wearing
