Harper’s POV
“I was just trying to help,” I mutter, turning away from Lucas and going back to the grieving warrior.
“Your job is to heal, not ask questions,” Lucas snaps again, and I spin on him.
“I understand that, and I understand that something awful has happened, but it’s not my fault,” I bark, glaring at him. “You can be angry at the guys who did this, but not at me, Lucas. I just healed you. A thank you would be sufficient.”
Without waiting for his response, I turn and move to the warrior’s side. He’s still trying to hold his brother’s body, crying that it’s too soon to leave. The broken words bring tears to my eyes as I quickly and quietly heal him.
I do my best to reach his injuries without bothering him or making him let go of his brother.
“What about Lisa?” The warrior
