"On the bright side, you have no major wounds that are life-threatening, Jas. No wounds that require high-tier healing spells," Seraphiel decreed after a few spell casts. "But the malnutrition and exhaustion are extreme. Another few days… maybe even just a day… and you would've passed quietly in your sleep."
Jasmine trembled again, not from fear this time, but from hearing it confirmed.
She truly had been that close to fading away.
But Jasmine was the only one who had such a docile reaction to the news.
Quinlan's gaze darkened to the greatest depths of wrath.
And he was not alone.
Behind him, standing in the edges of the firelight from his palm, the rest of his companions' faces could be observed.
Lucille. Ayame. Aurora. Kitsara. Blossom. Vex. Serika. Feng.
None of them spoke.
But the expressions they wore were not gentle.
Their eyes glimmered with unfiltered fury. Wrath sharpened into clarity. A collective, bloodthirsty will.
