Seven – 03

A potent curse dropped from Phelan’s lips as he watched, wide-eyed, as Matt and Thom clambered up onto the lindworm’s back even as the behemoth snaked toward Sif, leaving shattered ice in its wake. “What the hell is she thinking?”

“I don’t know,” Marin said, calmly drawing another arrow and watching the worm as it raced toward its new target. “I have to trust she knows what she’s doing. Do you know what you’re doing?”

Phelan swore again and turned his attention back to Thordin, not for the first time thinking that maybe, just maybe, he should have recruited his lover or J.T. to accompany them.

Jac’s going to be pissed as hell when we get back. He shrugged free of his cloak and wrapped it around Thordin, ignoring the fact that his friend was dishrag-limp and disturbingly still. He was still breathing, and that was the only thing that mattered.

The lindworm bellowed again and Phelan winced, not daring to look up toward the creature as he studied the damage it had already done to Thordin. Blood soaked the warrior’s parka and jeans, a gash on the side of his face similar to the one Matt had sustained bled briskly even with Phelan’s hand pressed hard against it.

“We need to get him back to camp,” Phelan muttered, digging through his satchel one-handedly. “And this fight needs to end fast because I can’t tend him and hold his face together at the same time.” He’s bleeding bloody well everywhere. Dammit.

“I’d help with that, but you told me that I’d damned well better cover you.”

“I sure as hell don’t want you to stop, either,” Phelan said, pulling a vial out of his bag. He glanced at it, then at Thordin’s face, then back to the vial.

It’ll have to do.

“What are you—is that glue?”

“Near enough to,” Phelan said as he carefully applied the contents of the vial to Thordin’s face, temporarily putting a seal on the bloody wound. “It won’t hold forever, but it’s going to buy us time.” Time for me to look at everything else. Time to figure out what kind of havoc that venom’s starting to wreak.

Time enough for Sif to kill the gods-be-damned thing before it circles back to finish the job it already started with Thordin.

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