The old woman’s eyebrows knit together, her hands running the length of Willow’s body. The gaping wound on her ribs was deep. The bullet had lodged itself into one of the bones narrowly missing her spine. She murmured quietly underneath her breath, and pushed a finger inside of the damage, fishing for the bullet.

Willow’s comatose body spasmed and fresh blood spurted onto the woman’s hands. Garin jerked forward but was held back by Audrey and Cole. “Let her do her job. ...