He took two steps forward when Cole groaned off to his left.
“They’ll kill you,” Cole rasped. Brady turned in time to see him struggling to push himself off the ground. His hand slipped where it gripped the grass, and he would have fallen sideways if Brady hadn’t jumped to catch him.
Blood immediately soaked through his shirt.
“I need to get you home again,” he said through clenched teeth. Scooping his arm behind Cole’s back, he lifted him to his feet. “So much for all the healing you did.”
“No.” Cole tried to pull away, and he might have succeeded if he wasn’t so badly hurt. When he coughed, blood spittled across the sidewalk, and he dragged his hand over his mouth to wipe the rest of it away. “If they didn’t target you before, they sure will now. It’s not safe.”
“They can’t get into my place without an invitation.” He kept his tone as unyielding as his grip. “We’re going home.”