I don't know how Faylinn's words lit a fire under Timber's ass, but one minute I was worried I was going to lose my Enforcer, and the next, Knuckles charged him, and Timber grabbed that long thin blade from the asshole's hand and shoved it right through the front of his throat. By the time Faylinn got the padlock off and jumped into the ring, Knuckles had choked on his own blood. Timber, on the other hand, fell back into her arms, cupped the side of her face with a blood-covered hand, and all she could do was scream for Medic.
We've sat in the waiting room at the ER for the last three hours. Faylinn is leaning against my shoulder, and Trinity is leaning against hers. They've been attached since we got here.
"Hey," Medic says, coming into the waiting room in full surgical gear, pull
