Chapter 9
Hush leaned against a brick wall and slid down to sit on the ground next to Manning. Both of them were panting and weak.
“What did you do back there?” Manning was pale, sweat beaded on his forehead.
“Stopped the bullets from hitting their targets. Takes a lot of energy.” It had been guns he’d once blessed, now they’d never hit what the shooter aimed at. “And I had to make sure the wayward bullets didn’t hit us.” He took a shuddering breath. “Takes a lot of energy.”
Manning pulled him close and covered his mouth with his, but there was no energy flowing.
“Thanks, but there need to be desire for it to work.”
Manning groaned. “I don’t think I can get it up now, my shoulder is killing me.”
“We need a healer.”
“No, babe, wait.” He tried sitting up straighter. “Let me try to…”
