Evelyn had dressed the hostile’s wounds enough to slow the bleeding. She’d used strips cut from a sheet rather than precious bandages, antiseptic, or antibiotics. “It is my job to heal. To give life, not to take it.” She’d met Liam with a level gaze. “That being said, in times of crisis, we perform triage and focus on the ones we can save. There’s nothing I can do to save this one. Do you understand?” Liam had nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” Her voice lowered. Her eyes sparked with anger—and steel. “You, however, are not bound by that oath.” Liam estimated the hostile had an hour before it was lights
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