"How are you doing that?" I asked.
He didn't answer right away. His eyes stayed on the wound. "You are not healing fast enough, something is wrong."
"Kael." I looked at him. "How are you doing that?"
"Stay with me right now." He shifted his arm tighter around me. "Focus."
I leaned against his chest because my body left me no choice. His arms felt solid around me, and even through the pain I was aware of how steady he was, how deliberately steady, like he was choosing it for both of us. My shoulder throbbed in slow, heavy pulses.
"It is not healing," I said. "Why is it not healing?"
"I don't know yet." His voice stayed low and controlled, but his jaw was tight. "We need to get you inside."
Footsteps came fast down the path and Calder broke out of the shadows and stopped dead when he
