Katelina pressed a trembling hand to her stomach. Crimson oozed between her fingers. Watery panic flowed through her, even as she told herself she'd be all right. She was immortal. She couldn't bleed to death.

No. But I can end up drained and withered, and might as well be dead.

Micah noticed her injury. "Whoa, there, princess. You better go back to the room."

"Not until I see that Jorick's okay. I'm all right."

"For now," Brandle agreed. "Perhaps Sorino ...