RYN
Ryn kicked open the door between his kitchen and sitting room and carried Violet through. Gently, he set her down on a couch. “Mom!” he shouted. He took a step back and looked down at the unconscious, dripping wet girl he’d spent half his life hating. He couldn’t remember ever seeing anyone in as bad a state as this. A gash on her forehead dripped blood down her face, and he’d felt a warm wetness on the back of her head too. There was a wound on her arm, and another on her shoulder, but these were nothing compared to the injury across her abdomen: A mess of torn fabric, ripped flesh and way too much blood. His stomach turned at the sight.
“Mom!” he shouted again, going to the foot of the stairs. His mother had tons of experience healing her guardian team mates. If anyone could keep V
