Instinctively, I turned away, but Thorn caught my chin and gently, but firmly, raised my face so he could look closer at my injuries. He tilted my head left then right. And he stared hard, anger burning in his eye. I knew it must have been a trick of the light, but I could swear it seemed to glow to a deeper amber, one that made me think of fire instead of stone. He blinked, and the spell was broken. “Who did this to you?” His voice was soft and lethal.
