”Is that…?” Tamsin wiped the rain from her eyes.

”Gods!” Dyson said under his breath.

Bo felt a strange pull on her chest. Her vision was blurry but her hearing, acute. That laugh. Her voice. ”Put me down, Bruce.”

Bo slid from his chest and stood on one leg, with Bruce’s strong arm steadying her by the waist. ”Kenzi?” she managed to whisper, before wilting into unconsciousness.

It took a moment before Lauren realized that Kenzi had not only stopped singing but also her face whitened suddenly as if she’d just seen a ghost. Kenzi had heard her name. Kenzi squinted through the rain and recognized the trio in torn clothing limping toward them on the sand. Lauren looked into Kenzi’s eyes, which were growing wider by the second. ”What is it?”

”You know all that stuff about do-overs and forgiveness?”

Lauren nodded.

”You might want to take it back.” Lauren, catching the sense of worry in Kenzi’s eyes, turned away from the sea. She knew them immediately, zeroing in on the beautiful woman nestled in the arms of a giant.

”Bo.”

”She has a few broken ribs, several fractures in her left leg, a broken wrist. Definitely a concussion and internal injuries as well.” Lauren made checkmarks on a clipboard and paused. ”She needs to heal.” Her eyes darted dispassionately between the three Fae, waiting to see who would volunteer more than expecting it to be Dyson or Tamsin or both. Instead, they stood there, still as stone and looking everywhere but at the doctor.

”Perhaps you didn’t hear what I said, she needs to—”

”—heal, yes. We heard you.” Dyson scratched his beard. ”But she won’t. At least not with any of us.”

It took a few moments for Lauren to understand what Dyson was trying to tell her.

Lauren frowned. ”Me? In case you missed it, I’m human.”

Tamsin stepped forward and, even though it pained her, Lauren exhaled in relief.

”Can I speak to you a minute, doc? Alone?” Tamsin said, looking to Dyson and Bruce who more than took the cue and stepped outside of the exam room. ”You’re up, doc. Time to swing for the fences.”

”She won’t heal completely, not with me. Not like with a Fae. You or Dyson…”

”Don’t you get it? She doesn’t want anyone else. Bo’s got this noble, bullshit idea that she deserves to starve to death. So either you grant her that death wish or you…” Tamsin shifted her weight side to side, waving her arm toward Bo, ”…Or you know, y’know?”