Chapter 47
The silence that followed was suffocating.
Ronan stood motionless, staring at the blood on his hands. His breaths came in ragged bursts, like his lungs were trying to remember how to work again. Karla lay crumpled at his feet, healing energy faintly glowing around her wound, but her body limp. Unconscious.
The others didn't move.
Couldn't.
Siena, despite her broken arm, forced herself up with a grunt, dragging herself across the floor until she reached Karla. "Stay with me," she muttered, shaking her. "Karla, you stupid, brave idiot—stay awake."
Mila blinked up at the ceiling from where she was sprawled, her vision blurry. "Did... did that actually work?
Barely," Dez coughed, struggling to sit up with blood running down his temple. "She guilt-tripped a monster back into being human. What kind of bullshit power is that?"
Myles was conscious, barely. Blood leaked from the corner of his mouth as he clutched his side. When he looked at Ronan, there was no anger.
