Pain flared and Mallory drew her dagger from Rass’ body, continuing to meet his gaze. “It won’t matter. Every time we see you, you’ll die.” She drove the dagger into him again. He vanished and she staggered forward, her hand coated in blood, her clothes splattered with it. She spun at a sound behind her.
Ryan slipped his bow over his head and one arm as he ran forward to wrap his arms around her, holding her close. “What were you thinking?”
“That you had too many to fight already.” She returned his hug, wishing she’d had the chance to put her weapons away first.
Callum joined them, Smudge still in the sling he wore. “Hope you’re planning to clean that dagger before you use it to cut food again.”
Drawing away from Ryan, Mallory laughed. “As if I’d use it in the state it’s in.” She made
