Kael's POV
Seth chooses this moment to appear in the doorway, having dealt with the inn owner. He takes in the c*****e with a single sweeping glance—three dead bodies, blood splattered across the walls, Andrew slumped in the corner with his hands destroyed.
“Kael…” he says carefully, acutely aware of the alarming edge to my rage.
“Keep this one alive,” I say icily, jerking my head toward Andrew. “He’s not dying yet.”
Seth nods and moves toward the barely conscious human.
“What else?”
“Summon Leon and two of my private healers,” I order, my eyes already back on Elara’s still form. “Now.”
“I can have them here in an hour—”
“Ten minutes, Seth,” I cut him off, my voice turning deadly. “You have ten minutes.”
The lethal promise in my voice makes him nod jerkily.
“Ten minutes.”
He dra
