Chapter 6Sandy roared as Thaddeus fell through his hands when he tried to catch him. He didn’t fall through Jaecar’s arms though, and Sandy did not like seeing another man carry Thaddeus off to the small couch by the kitchenette.
“He needs stitches.” Elora was examining Thaddeus’ shoulder. “And I think the arm is fractured.”
“What?” No one paid Sandy any attention. Ric had fractured Thaddeus’ arm? Sandy snarled at Ric—who didn’t react.
“Can’t he heal himself?” Ric gave Elora a harsh look.
“He’s a mage, not a healer.”
“Right, a mage, so none of the s**t he said about Sandy was true.”
“Sandy?” Jaecar frowned.
“Sandulf. We always called him Sandy.”
Jaecar shrugged. “We won’t be able to tell until he wakes up.”
“If…” Elora stopped herself, took a deep breath, and looked at the others.
