I blame almost getting sacrificed, but I didn't notice Harry's hand until after he'd collapsed.
"Holy-!" I said, just getting a good look at it for the first time. "What happened?"
Murphy glanced at it and I saw her barely perceptible wince. "Nest of Black Court. They had napalm."
"Empty night," I muttered, staring. There was an uncomfortable twisting in my gut, a reaction to seeing the charred and burned flesh that my brain was insisting did not belong on the end of a person's arm.
"He'll need help."
I glanced at Murphy and heard her question.
"He'll get it."