12“Will you stop it? You're going to give her a heart attack.”
Her heart caught in her throat when she heard Treyan's familiar voice. She rushed over to the side of bed, pushing her way between the two women, knocking one back, but she didn't care.
Treyan lay in rough-sewn leather armor, his hair out of its ponytail, and with his face dirty and smudged as though he rolled in the mud. At first glance, nothing seemed wrong with the rest of his body, but then Alex looked at his right leg. The pants were charred away and from his thigh down to his calf, and the skin oozed with blood and pus. In a few places she could see down to the muscle, or worse. Trying to maintain her composure, the last thing she wanted to do was throw up before these people who looked at her like she was someone impor
