Harlee POV
"Josh!" I cried running to him and feeling for a pulse. He was breathing raggedly and sweating hard, his skin cold and clammy.
"I'm afraid he's quite exhausted himself, young one. It takes quite a bit of power for all the magic he was slinging around. He burned through a lot of his soul too, it seems." Sands said softly, bending over me.
"Can you help him?" I asked desperately.
"I'm really not supposed to-" Sands began, but I glared at him.
"He's not under my protection-you are, Harlee." Sands said softly. I yanked up Josh's shirt to reveal the gold feather.
"He is Contracted to my Bonded, which means under my protection as well. You offered to help me and protect me. I am sworn to likewise protect him. I am asking for your aid to do that now." I snarled. Sa
