Chapter Twenty-Two
Contamination
“The Blood’s skin was like rock,” remarked. She held one of her shattered arrows in her hand. “I doubt anything would have been able to penetrate it.” She smiled at her son. “That was a smart move, Lucien, aiming for the brain through the eye.”
“I learned that trick from the best,” Lucien jested. It was his mother’s signature kill shot.
walked up to where they were gathered around the Blood Lucien had killed. “Damn things were lying on the ground. The tall grass kept us from seeing them.”
“Iain,” addressed the physician. “How’s the target?”
Iain handed the arrow he’d removed from the man’s back. She examined it, then wiped it off on the fallen man’s shirt before slipping it into her quiver. “He’s very lucky to be alive, but it hit his spine. He’ll
