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Ceris took us directly to the shack on the Croatian island.
Micah carried Victor inside and placed him on one of the beds while I grabbed the first aid kit from the bathroom cabinet. Ceris stood beside the bed, looking like she would break down at any moment, and I was thankful the others stayed in the living room. This place was too small for all of us.
Micah turned Victor on his side, and I knelt beside the bed. I peeked under the cloth she had tied around him. It wasn’t pretty. The sword had pierced him on the left side, half an inch from his heart.
“I’m not sure if there’s anything I can do,” I said, watching Ceris.
“I know,” she said, sounding too calm. “But I need you to try something. Anything.”
I nodded, believing it was best not to argue with her. As I cleaned the wound,
