“It was just a spider bite.”
“A giant spider with fangs the size of a sapling,” Chaos corrected. The dry cast of his voice belied the concern still etched on his face. The horseman had been truly scared.
That told me everything I needed to know about their outing. As did the saber still clasped in his hand. They’d been successful, but at great cost.
Rosie inspected his thigh, finding the injury already closed. Then her eyes lifted to mine, “Thank you.”
“Of course.”
Pan’s eyes briefly met mine. “What she said.”
I gave him a slight nod before Malice and Rosie ushered Pan away, leaving Tor, Sunday, and me all knelt around Alek, the others hovering over us.
Moira peered down at him with a frown. “You said a ghost did this?”
Tor nodded grimly. “It charged him.”
“So he’s possessed?” Kingston asked.
“No. It passed through and vanished.”
“Then this is a psychic wound. It makes sense why your blood didn’t work on him,” Moira said. “I’ve never seen one before in person. But we lost a coven member when I was little to this. She stayed in a petrified state for years until she finally wasted away. No one could reach her.”
“I guess we shouldn’t make fun of his fear of ghosts anymore, huh?” Kingston asked under his breath.
Thorne put a hand on his shoulder. “Probably not.”
Tor cast a beseeching glance at Moira. “Is there anything you can do for him?”
“I can’t, but Asher might be able to.”
Asher’s head snapped toward us. “Me?”
“Yeah, angel-boy. You.”
He blinked and slowly shook his head. “I’ve only ever healed Remi. I don’t think?—”
“Please, Asher,” Sunday begged. “Will you just try?”
The pain in my mate’s voice had me fisting my hands over my thighs. I’d do anything in my power to take it from her. It killed me that I hadn’t been able to save him for her. Nothing was worse than watching the woman you loved suffer.
“Okay. I’ll do my best.” Asher rubbed his hands together and knelt next to Alek.
Hesitantly, he laid his palms on Alek’s chest before taking a long breath and closing his eyes. His brows pulled together, andhis expression changed from calm to one of deep concentration as we all waited for something to happen.
“Are we supposed to see something?” Kingston whispered.
“Shut up, Kingston,” Thorne hissed.
“This is delightfully intense,” Lucifer said. “A Nephilim, a demigod, and an ex-priest.”
“This isn’t a joke,” I said tersely.
“No, it just sounds like one.”
“Can you shut up? I’m trying to concentrate,” Asher snapped.
A soft violet glow appeared underneath his palms, the light getting brighter as the seconds ticked by.