Renee’s Point of View

"Get a doctor!" Wymond barked at no one in particular as he climbed the stairs in a hurry toward his room.

He kicked the door open and rushed in. He went straight to his bed and hurriedly—but gently—laid an unconscious Ara on her belly, not even minding that she was covered in blood.

His eyes trailed her wounded body, and he growled lowly. He pushed some fallen strands of hair off her dirty, bloody face.

"Where the hell is the doctor!" he growled ...