"Whatever. I need you. Adrian's down. Might've been struck by lightning or something—he's mumbling weird crap and won't wake up. Heal him."
Alex sounded urgent, but also, you know… like the kind of man who just realized he might've walked into yet another mess today.
Earlier, he'd stepped out of the hero tent to find Alice after she'd stormed off in a fury—probably because of something dumb he said. Again.
It was pouring. He ran through the rain like a rom-com lead until...
Splat!
He'd tripped—dramatically—over what he thought was a pile of muddy gear.
Nope.
It was Adrian.
Flat on the ground.
Face mangled like it had beef with Mother Nature and lost.
With the storm raging above, Alex had connected the dots: lightning.
Obviously.
Now he needed his wife. His healer. The same woman currently hiding behind a flap, refusing to show her face.
"I-I can't come now," she squeaked.
"Why?"
"B-because it's a special ritual! For a… special concoction!"
Alex blinked.
