Marku's POV

"Killian!" I roared.

The Fae had the cell door open and was crouched next to me in less than a second. I jerked the dagger out of Raine's chest and tore her shirt away from her body so that I could use it to apply pressure to the wound. Killian quivered with undisguised animosity. "Why the fuck did you try to kill her?!"

"I didn't try to kill her!" I hissed. "She did this. Can you heal her?"

His head snapped toward the weapon. "Is the blade silver?"

"No," I replied through gritted teeth. Thank fuck I hadn't strapped on a silver dagger today. I could have just...