More people were closing in and Charm watched unabashedly.
The SDA had sent at least a dozen more warriors to retrieve them.
Charm frowned.
A soft moan from Genesis pulled her attention back to his poisoned body.
He was sweating profusely as more spirit healers gathered around his body to work their magic.
Under different circumstances Charm knew she would have been crushing on Genesis.
But all of that seemed irrelevant now as Genesis lay on the ground battling for his life.
She watched as he flinched when that healer manhandled the gaping wound on his body.
Charm wanted to yell, "leave him alone," muttering under her breath, "don't touch him."
Even though rationally she knew they were only trying to help heal him.
She did not like seeing him in pain.
Charm felt conflicted since she had only known him a short time.
A familiar face came up to her, it was Miguel.
