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“Something besides being shot is tormenting her,” Adrian said. “Her every muscle is vibrating with pain.”
“It’s the steel,” Simon said after a brief moment’s consideration. “Elves can’t tolerate iron and the bullets are probably steel clad.”
“That must be it,” Adrian agreed. “The steel is poisoning her.”
“Look at the edges of the exit wound,” Simon observed, pointing at the back of her shoulder with the finger of his free hand. “The edges are cauterized. The iron burned her.”
Adrian cast an ironic look at his partner and added, “Like silver burns you.” He pondered that a moment and then said, “Since silver burns you and her blood burns you, it’s a good bet that she has silver in her blood.”
A knock on the door captured their attention.
“That must be Elena,” Adrian said. “I’ve got my arms full. Would you mind answering your own door?”
Simon was loath to leave his partner alone with the unconscious and bleeding elf, but saw no other good option since he could not hold her while she still bled. At least the bleeding had become sluggish and thick. He rose and dried his hands and left the bathroom to answer the door.