Page 203 of Fangs
I ignored him and kept pushing, my heart sinking. Why was it different before? Why had I been able to heal the Shadowbane but nothing else? The pain built, and tears gathered in my eyes, but I stubbornly kept going. Until Sam jerked his arm away, and golden light poured out of my hands, filling the room with blinding light before vanishing.
I blinked and blinked, and as my vision slowly cleared, I saw the others doing the same. Raven was tearing a bandage off her arm, and Griz lifted his bloodied shirt to look at his side. Jax’s fingers searched his forehead.
“Well, that’s one way to heal all of us,” Raven muttered, showing the new scar on her bloody arm.
“Don’t fucking do that again,” Sam snapped, and I winced as I met his furious expression. “For fuck’s sake, Emmy!”
“I don’t understand why it worked earlier,” I said, hating how helpless I felt.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Sam growled, but he dug a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to me. “Your nose is bleeding.”
I pressed the handkerchief to my nose and scanned their worried expressions with guilt.
“Did you heal a bunch this morning?” Griz asked.
I shook my head, but then I noticed Clarity wringing her hands together, her face tense. “Clare, it’s okay. I didn’t get a lot of sleep while you all were gone,” I hoped my face wasn’t turning red as last night’s escapade flashed through my mind, “so I might just be tired.”
“Did you tell them about the attack?” Clarity asked, then cringed as everyone started demanding answers.
I sighed but told them about the attack at the clinic. I glossed over the details of how I lost my shit, but even still, when I finished, there was a heavy, tense silence.
“They still haven’t found Hawk?” Griz asked, his voice dark.
“No.”
Raven abruptly turned and stormed out of the bunkhouse. I glanced back at Griz, alarmed, but he was following Raven, a grim look on his face.
“Where are they going?” I asked nervously.
“To kill Hawk, I’d guess,” Sam muttered.
“I don’t know for sure it was him!” I protested.
“I bet it was,” Sam said.
“Why?” I demanded.
“Because he was talking shit about you, and Mac already had a talk with him.”
“Why did no one tell me?” I snapped.
“Because we handled it.” Sam glared at me.
I leaned forward, my head in my hands and my elbows on my knees, letting my hair fall forward to shield my face.
“Anything else happen while we were gone?” Sam asked after a moment.
“Nemo turned the pit into a gathering space.” My stomach churned.
“Sky hates it,” Clarity said in a low voice.
I straightened, grimacing. “I didn’t love it, either.”
“How about you, Clarity?” Sam added. “What’ve you been up to?”
Her smile looked brittle, and she gave a half-hearted shrug. “Not much. Just hanging out with Sky and having nightmares about shadows.”
I took a closer look at her appearance. Clarity’s curly brown hair hung limp around her face, and her clothes were disheveled. I still didn’t know herthatwell, but it suddenly occurred to me she usually looked more put together.
