Seducing The Dark Prince. Jane Kindred

pausing. “You shot a mortal with that thing, idiot. You’re lucky he didn’t kill you.”

      The sleeve came away, revealing an odd twist to Lucien’s elbow that made Theia’s stomach churn.

      From the black case, Lucy retrieved a small glass vial and a disposable syringe and ripped open a sterile wipe, which she used on his elbow. “This is going to hurt.”

      Theia peered over Lucy’s shoulder as she opened the vial and filled the syringe. “What is that?”

      “It’s like Fix-a-Flat for bones.” Without a warning, Lucy jabbed the needle directly into the joint, and Lucien let out a barrage of obscenities.

      Theia had to turn away to keep the sudden lurch of her stomach from becoming something more. When she turned back, the twist in Lucien’s arm seemed to have magically straightened.

      “It’s a little something we make at Smok Biotech.” Lucy nodded to her brother as he cautiously flexed the joint. “You’ll need to have it set properly before it starts to mend wrong. But for now, you should be able to use it.”

      As Lucien pulled off what remained of the sweater, Theia caught a flash of blue ink on his back just below the right shoulder. Brilliant blue, like the color she kept seeing everywhere—in her dreams, evoked in sounds and words.

      Lucien glanced at Lucy. “Did you bring me—”

      “Of course.” She handed him the sweater she’d taken from the case, the same as the one he’d been wearing.

      He turned as he stood to pull it on, giving Theia a good look at his ink.

      It was a tattoo of a small web-winged dragon in flight.