Cara's shoulders tensed and Liam's eyes went wide.
Oh shit.
Poor kid was really gonna get it now. Over his sister's head, he mouthed a plaintive, Sorry.
"Oh, why don't I like it?" The young witch's voice was deceptively calm, almost sweet. "That's your question?"
"Cara, come on," Liam urged quietly. "He's just--"
"Don't you dare!" Cara's voice suddenly rose to a shriek and she shot to her feet. "You know what? He can treat your wound!" She threw her bundle of supplies at Dominik, snarling. "And then he can ask all the questions he wants and you can answer. And then I want you out of my goddamn house!!"
"Caronwyn, please--!"
"Please? PLEASE?!" She was crying now, though she either didn't notice or didn't care. "You don't get to-- you don't-- how dare you--"
With a choked, screaming sort of sob, she whirled on her heel and disappeared back into the workroom, slamming the door. The sound of muffled, desolate weeping trickled forlornly through the wood into the main room.
Liam, very pale and looking near tears himself now, sighed and turned carefully to hold a hand out to Dominik. "I'm...sorry. If you just give me that stuff, you can leave. I can...take care of myself."