Chapter 11
Hands grabbed at his waist and back. Pulled Selati down into the dark curve of the rocks and a blur of skin, scales, faces, red-black, flew by. Where was his arm? His spear? He needed to get back to Aleledai.
A cold chill raced through his body, tiny bumps rippling to the surface like the lake water closing over his head. Nothing felt right. His arm didn’t hurt. No arm there to hurt. A bubble burst in Selati’s throat. Noise. A giggle.
“We need to stop the blood,” Hedyi growled above him. Selati looked up at the pink-tinged sky. Scales scraped along his whole back. He must be lying on someone.
“Yutri, see if you can tear some of the human’s fabric off.” That sounded like Udai. Which one was he talking to? “Careful!”
Bodies shifted, scraped at his skin, the pink sky fuzzy and
