Grey barely registered the machine still holding his wrist, his attention fixed on Benn's body lying several meters away in the grass while Sabrina remained slumped against the side of the house.
James and Duke had fallen farther out in the yard, Lilac hadn't moved since she landed, and every time Grey tried to convince himself that he could still see their chests rising, another pulse of pain rolled through his body hard enough to scramble the thought.
His ribs hurt when he breathed, his ankle felt like something inside it had torn apart, and the aching pressure spreading through his lower body had somehow continued growing long after Sabrina's kick should have faded.
