Mira jumped out of the car and helped Sarah lift him. The scent of his freshly spilled blood tempted her, especially being so close to it. She could lap it up off the ground and enjoy every last drop, but her concern for their situation and the urgency of their need to move kept her riveted to the task at hand. “Get him inside. I’ll try my best to heal him.”
Curtis moaned weakly, barely audible even with Mira’s enhanced hearing, as they pulled him inside the vehicle. This didn’t look good. Mira feared he might be too far gone. The desperation in Sarah’s eyes made that thought ten times worse. They were the ones risking their human, mortal lives for her, a slave.
No, she couldn’t let him die. Mira ripped open Curtis’s shirt to inspect his wound.
“What are we waiting for? Drive!” Mira sho
