Ashlandil

I stroked the hair back from her face, her breathing shallow.
Raza must have turned, finally lost control of his ethereal form and went full demon on her.
Demons were wicked, ten times more powerful then any fallen angel, and vicious.
The fact she was even alive meant He must still be looking after her.
Andy was kneeling in front of us, his face white as he stared at the now unconscious Kenali. His hands were steaming and burned from touching the blood, and his wrists were bleeding profusely from the wounds she'd given him.
Demon blood drove us crazy, literally insane with pain, and generally we died because of it if we couldn't get it off our skin; thank God she didn't ingest it.
I tightened my hold on her, and pressed my lips into her hair, weak with relief.
She was gonna be okay.
Probably really guilty once she realized she'd injured lover boy, but otherwise healthy.
"What was that. Ashley?" Andy stared at me. "What is she?"
Oh, right.
I leaned over, catching his arm, and his eyes caught mine, immediately glazing.
"You don't remember any of this," I told him. "Your wounds came from a bar fight over a fan girl, and you just remembered that someone attempted to mug Kenna and we saved her in time."
He nodded, eyes seeming to look through me.
"Good. Now, patch yourself up then go to bed. You're tired."
Andy stood with out another word, and disappeared into the bathroom.
Kenali was absolutely limp against me, her clothes ruined and her skin blistered like she'd gotten a bad sunburn. I caressed her face, and leaned her forward slightly so I could see her shoulder.
The flesh was red and bruised where he'd apparently bitten her, but it wasn't bleeding. She would need to feed several times before that healed up.
I huffed, and lifted her into my arms, placing her back in the bunk. I carefully peeled off her shirt and jeans, tossing them into the trash can.
Bruises covered her torso in black and blue blotches, and I grimaced.
I grabbed another clean wash cloth and wiped any blood that had been missed, then pulled one of my t shirts on her with a pair of shorts she'd left.
I tugged the blankets high over her, seeing her shiver, and sat down heavily on the edge of the bunk.
She would be out of it for a couple hours.
Raza had done that to her.
I clenched my fist on my thigh, feeling rage sweep through me.
I stood abruptly.
I needed to pay him a visit.

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