Calla’s heart seemed to simultaneously lodge itself in her throat and plummet all the way to the base of the tree in the same moment. And then it took off in a gallop, pumping adrenaline through her body. She rushed to Chase’s side, taking his arm to help him across the room. “What happened? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he mumbled, but he was limping, and he had multiple cuts on his face, and there was far too much blood drenching his clothes. He lowered himself to the floor and leaned back against the edge of the couch as Calla’s mind spun back to the Seelie Court, to the morioraith, to the countless other injuries Chase had sustained in the years since she’d met him. He had survived worse than this, she reminded herself. Her heart had survived worse than this. They would both be
