My heart pounded like a war drum as I burst into the infirmary. I saw Ivan standing near a bed as fairy healers frantically went to work.

“You fool. You dumb fool. Why did you take the hit for me?!” Ivan’s voice was shaky and angry. I watched as he gripped the edge of the bed.

“Step back. We need the room.” A fairy crowded in front of him as he took a small, retreating step away from the bed. Gods, if Ivan was here, then it had to be either Darren or Finn. And by the looks of the ...