"I might be able to tell you if I wasn't cut off from using any magic," I snapped. All my limbs were growing cold too.
My head spun. Was I going to die with Jace a lot more directly than I thought if I couldn't use my magic to cut myself off from my spell's effects? I squeezed his hand, hard. He didn't even stir. "Why don't you ask one of the two mages sitting right here not fucking doing anything?"
Lucian and Landon both went bright red and started to talk over each other, worrying and speculating and arguing, but I focused on Dor. He was frowning down at Jace, his head cocked to the side.
"I can see there's something wrong, but I can't do anything about it," he said. "I'm sorry. Healing isn't really in my wheelhouse, at least for this type of being."
