He gave her a doubtful stare before he took a sample of her blood and ran some kind of test on it. “Um, yeah, you are.” He glanced to the door where Dancer’s grandmother stood, watching them. “Ger Tarra, could you please ask Desideria to come here as fast as she can.” Then he tapped the mic in his ear. “Chayden, forget Kyr. Get your ass back here, double time.” He kept pressure on her stomach wound. “You are so lucky we happen to have Qills on tap, girl. You’ve no idea how rare your blood type is. And no other race has it. Not even I can give blood to you, and Rits are basically as universal a donor as you can get. Even Nyk’s taken my blood before.”

Sumi could barely follow what he was telling her as her thoughts ran over the fight, and how she should have gone after Kyr.

Desideria came in huffing. “What’s up?”

“Hold on.” He tapped his mic again. “Chay, ETA?” He paused before he spoke again. “All right. Head on. I’m going to take some blood from your sister, but I can’t take much. I really need you.” He looked over to Desideria. “Can you hold this for a minute while I get set up?”

“Absolutely.”

Syn showed her where to keep it compressed, then left.

Sumi began shaking uncontrollably.

“Oh, sweetie,” Desideria gasped. “Don’t die on us, okay? I’ve already lost one sister in my arms, I don’t want to do it again. Just stay with me.”

Sumi laughed bitterly. “Trust me, I’m too mad to die. I’m going to live, if for no other reason than to have the pleasure of choking the life out of Kyr myself.”

Someone took her hand. Ignoring her body that protested the movement, Sumi tilted her head to see Dancer’s grandmother on the bed, beside her.

She tenderly brushed Sumi’s hair back from her forehead and offered her a kind smile. “You don’t cry?”

“Not when I’m angry. And physical pain I can handle.”

With an astonished expression, she swept her gaze around the room where Sumi and Kyr had all but destroyed it. “You put up quite a fight.”

“And she seriously wounded Kyr,” Syn said as he rejoined them. “He’s leaving a hell of a blood trail the others are following, and she took out one of the prime commander’s lungs.”

His grandmother gaped. “It was the League prime commander you fought?”

Sumi nodded.

She lifted Sumi’s hand to her lips and kissed her knuckles. “My great-grandchildren will be the fiercest of all their generation. No one will ever defeat them.”

Sumi tightened her hand on Dancer’s grandmother’s then met Syn’s gaze. “Get me on my feet, Doc. I want my daughter back, and that bastard is too close for me to yield.”