Shannon’s jaw clenched. “Barely enough for two doses, maybe three if we’re extremely careful with the measurements. But your father needs treatment three times a day for at least a week to fully purge the toxin. Without the reserves…” “That means you can make it now, right? Just focus on that for now,” Malcolm said urgently. “I'm going to help the others contain the fire before it spreads and engulfs everything.”

“But you're still injured, Malcolm! It's too dangerous!” I caught his arm, my voice tight with worry. “The wound on your stomach isn't even fully closed!”

“Angie,” he said, his voice softening as he placed his hand over mine....