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After returning to the clearing so that I could land, I quickly dressed and sprinted through the woods in my hybrid form, heading in the direction Lev had fallen.
My worry over Daman nearly crippled me, but I had to push it from my mind for now. I had to believe he’d be okay. He was a skilled warrior and would be able to hold his own.
“Marrying you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Those words were stained by the bitterness of his intended goodbye.
A winged figure dropped down in front of me.
“Whoa! It’s just me,” Bellamy said as I nearly stabbed him. “Daman sent me to help you find Lev.”
“Someone needs to help Daman.” I lowered my sword and continued forward. He kept pace beside me. “An archer attacked us in the air, and he went after them without me.”
“An archer?” Bellamy jumped over a fallen log and used his wings to help propel him faster through the underbrush. “If it’s the one I’m thinking of, D better let me be the one who rips him apart.”
“Who do you think it is?” I asked, more as a distraction from my budding anxiety than actual curiosity. Lev shouldn’t be much farther away.
“Elon, a Nephilim who betrayed us. The battle in the Caribbean that you and Tatsuya showed up for? He’s the one who helped break the barrier that let the demons onto the island. I also fucked him once or twice. So his betrayal cuts a bit deeper for me.”
“Just once or twice?”
“More like six times, but who’s counting?”
The branches ahead of us were broken, as if something large had crashed into them. The scent of blood filled my nostrils. “We’re close.”
Since Lev was injured, he didn’t have the strength to keep his full dragon form. He lay on his side in the bloodstained snow, each breath labored.
“Blood’s filling his chest cavity,” Bellamy said, dropping to his knees beside him. He met Lev’s eyes. “This is gonna hurt. Sorry in advance.” He pulled the arrow free and placed his hand over the wound. “Thank fuck. It’s a magic arrow, but not celestial.”
“Why is that good?” I asked from the other side of Lev, hand on his arm. I hated that he was in pain.
“Because it means I can heal it.” A warm glow came from Bellamy’s palm, and Lev sucked in a breath. When Bellamy pulled his hand away, the wound closed. “We reached him just in time. A minute longer, and I wouldn’t have been able to help him.”
It was just like when Daman healed the scratch on my cheek. The Nephilim brothers really were powerful, something I hadn’t fully grasped the truth of until now.
“Thank you,” Lev said, grabbing Bellamy’s arm. His lids fluttered before his eyes fell closed.
“I healed the internal damage, but he’s lost a lot of blood. He’ll need to rest a while and rebuild his strength. He should probably put some clothes on too.” Bellamy smirked. “You dragon dudes are packing.”
“The snow won’t harm him,” I pointed out, ignoring the remark about our dick size. “If anything, the direct contact to his skin will help him heal faster.”
“Makes sense, I guess. What are we going to do about him? We shouldn’t leave him alone.”
“And we can’t stay here. We need to fight.”
A woman appeared near Lev’s head and gently placed it in her lap. Long dark curls fell down her shoulders, and her body flickered like static as she caressed his cheek. The same ghost who was friends with Daman. Maya. “I’ll take care of the warrior.”
“Not sure Lev will like that a ghost is touching him,” Bellamy said, then offered her one of his charming smiles. “No offense, darlin’.”
“Keep him safe,” I told her before pushing to my feet.
Maya nodded and smoothed her pale fingers along his jaw. “No harm will come to him.”
I looked at Bellamy. “Let’s go find my husband.”
Chapter Nineteen
Daman
