Kane studied the woman’s face. It was thin, and dark shadows made the areas under her eyes look almost bruised. Although she looked very young, the faint lines near the corner of her eyes and mouth showed that she was older than he had first thought.
He softly cursed when he saw the red stain spreading across the remnants of her white gown. The physician in him kicked into high gear, efficiently depositing the bullet on the sterilized disposable instrument tray he’d brought with him. He picked up some gauze and staunched the flow of her blood. Rinsing the area with a saline solution, he made sure there was no foreign debris in the wound, and then he sutured it.
Once he was finished, he cleaned up the supplies. His mind raced through what he knew about Magna – the Sea Witch. If he were ho
