“Johnny.” I look up at him. “I need a lighter or matches. A candle if you can find one. Fast.”
“Layla—”
“Go.”
Johnny sprints out without another word.
“Edward.” I keep my eyes on the wound. “Get me blue booze or whatever the strongest alcohol you have in this lodge.”
He disappears as fast as Johnny.
“Please.” Wendy leans towards me, blood on her face and all over. “Please save him. Please, Layla.”
I don’t answer because if I open my mouth to answer her right now I’ll fall apart and I cannot fall apart.
Johnny comes back first, skidding to his knees on the other side of Kaz. “Couldn’t find a candle.” He holds out a lighter. “Is this—”
I snatch it from his hand.
Edward comes back with the blue booze, still in the bottle. “What are you doing?”
“Rot venom.” I explain. “It’s ancien
