Grace POV

The battle is over. The hall still bears its scars. But the immediate danger has passed.

Ethan's hands guide me gently to a clear space. Away from debris. Away from blood.

"Sit. Please." His voice is soft. Careful. Like I might break.

I lower myself to a relatively clean section of stone. My arm throbs. Blood still seeping through the makeshift bandage someone wrapped earlier.

Ethan kneels beside me. Pulls a small container from his ...