CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
Meanwhile, Peter kneels near Sarah.
Rayburn holds Sarah's head on her knees.
Sarah clings to her shoulder. The ice shards no longer solid, and the water mixes with her blood as it runs to the ground. Two clean holes, just below her collar bone, reveal the ground below her shoulder. She breathes heavy. Tears run from the corners of her eyes into her ears. She tries to blink them back, but it's no use.
Peter looks at Rayburn. "Why aren't you healing her?" He holds Sarah’s hand, rubbing it over and over as their hands shake together.
Rayburn looks up. "We don't die like they do. And we heal at an exceedingly faster rate. A healing enchato doesn't exist." Her hands shake as she strokes Sarah's hair.
Sarah coughs, putting a shaking hand to Peter's face. "You." She swall
