He got a hand around my waist, and I leaned on his shoulder, and somehow we both got to our feet, leaning on each other like drunks.
Jace smelled like blood and sweat and redwoods and dirt, and I wanted to bury my face in his chest and inhale him like incense.
The touch of his hand burned through my shirt and burrowed into my skin.
We moved as quickly as we could, gaining speed and strength as we went. Thank the gods for alpha healing; he'd be fine within half an hour, probably. I'd take a little longer, but the wounds on my side had already started to itch and burn, signalling that they were closing.
Flashes of movement through the trees resolved into a small group in the spell-circle clearing, all of them clustered around someone on the ground.
I let go of Jace and broke into an ungraceful stumbling run, with him right on my heels.
