Chapter Five
Emyr bent and held his hand out to Ristéard who was lying on his back, still drawing in deep breaths as wave after wave of pain radiated through him. He could care less about his nose. He’d had that broken more than once in the past. No, it was his balls that he was worried about. He had never been hit in that sensitive spot before and hoped to the Goddess that he never would be again.
“Don’t… lose her,” he bit out between gritted teeth.
Emyr gave Ristéard a sympathetic nod before he closed his hand around his friend’s. “Sadao is following her,” he responded. “She won’t get far.”
Ristéard emitted a low curse as he forced himself into a standing position. Wiping the back of his hand under his nose, he ignored the blood on the back of it. It wasn’t broken, but it hurt like h
