Khalida continues to clean and bandage his wounds to the best of her ability. “I’m no healer, but I’m trying,” she mutters. 

Sorcha frowns and crosses her arms. “Khalida gave him plenty of opportunities to show that side of him.” 

Asa shrugs. “Maybe, maybe not. Does it matter? He hurts, he’s going to get hurt.” 

‘Good.’ Layla’s eyes widen when she sees that Shay’s chain is bloody. “What in hell happened up there?!”