“Move,” Kaz demanded, and Wylan practically leapt from the table. “I’m not finished—” began Nina. Then she caught sight of Inej. “Saints,” she swore. “What happened?” “Knife wound.” The cramped cabin was lit by several bright lanterns and a stash of clean bandages had been laid out on a shelf beside a bottle of camphor. Gently, Kaz placed Inej on the table that had been bolted to the deck. “That’s a lot of blood,” Nina said on a low breath. “Help her.” “Kaz, I’m a Heartrender, not a real Healer.” “She’ll be dead by the time we find one. Get to work.” “You’re in my light.”
