6

Jayson was still going on. “I can’t believe this. I’ll make sure my father gets you fired. He knows people. Powerful people. You’ll–”

“Dammit, will you shut up? Here, take her.” I twisted a bit to offer her to him.

Zoe shook her head. “Don’t. She’s losing too much blood.” She turned and snapped at Jayson. “Whatever she’s been poisoned with must be highly toxic. Look at her.”

He glanced at Kira’s morbidly pale face, and his expression softened a bit, but not enough for my liking. He shrugged. “Yeah? Fix her. You’re a fae, right? I want to get home,” he said sulkily. Then he winced in disgust. “Gods, she reeks of his scent. I’ll have to give her a bath when we get home to get the stink off her.”

Flaming anger flashed across Zoe’s eyes. I had the sense that if I hadn’t been there as a witness, Jayson Fell might not have made it home alive.

Through clenched teeth, Zoe said, “I’ll do my best, but I don’t know a lot about healing spells. I think I can slow the bleeding.”

Zoe placed her hand