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The harpy didn’t offer any more resistance as I pulled away from her and raced over to Asher. I slid to my knees at his side and shook his shoulders. “Asher? Asher, wake up! Please wake up!”
His eyes flickered open and they were that beautiful emerald green I so loved. He looked up at me and smiled. “Hey.”
Relief slipped into anger, and I glared down at him. “Don’t you ‘hey’ me. What were you thinking?”
“Thinking may not be my-” He sat up, but winced and clutched his head. “My strong suit.”
A clack of claws warned me the harpy had joined us. “That was foolhardy, even for a mortal.”
Asher shrugged. “I couldn’t figure out any other way to get her into the circle.” He returned his attention to me and looked me over. “How do you feel?”
I looked down at myself. “I. . .I
