Damon POV
Lira peeled back the blood-soaked leather with all the tenderness of a butcher skinning a deer.
Kael swore, sharp and creative. “Gods, woman, could you not-”
“Could you not get mauled every other patrol?” Lira shot back, not even looking up. “Hold still before I pour the whole pot of moonwort in there and see what grows.”
I caught Rayna biting back a laugh. She wasn’t fast enough.
Kael glared between the two of them. “Glad you’re enjoying this. I’m over here dying."
“You’re not dying,” Lira said flatly, sprinkling ground silverleaf into the wound. “But if you keep talking, I’ll make sure you wish you were.”
Kael winced as the herbs hissed against her skin. “Damon, control your healer-”
“She’s not mine,” I said. “And I like her better when she’s mean.”
Lira gave me a thin
