Avery POV:
The wounded sly snake was there, on a gurney right in front of me, and I had little pity for him being shot. It was the first time I had ever seen an injury I did not immediately want to tend. I was a healer, but this bullet was well-deserved. This was the man who killed Blake’s father, Jackson, Brian Stone, and nearly added Dallas and me to that dreadful list.
I could tell that he had lost at least two l****s of blood just by looking at his clothes. It was all coming from his upper thigh, where Dr Peacock was now being told by the lead paramedic that there was a gunshot wound. The doctor began ordering painkiller administration as two nurses began to cut open his pantsuit to get to the source of the wound.
I focused, letting the shock that I recognised the man who had been
