Kier

“You’re injured again,” Arianna says, looking me over. Her hands are gently skirting over my body as if she’s using her fingers to check what her eyes are seeing. Since my body is starting to respond, even with the pain that I’m in, I grab her hands and pull them to my chest.

“Rowd says he can’t heal some of these wounds, so I need to go see Luna Kennedy,” I say, expecting her to step aside, or maybe to encourage me to go. Instead, she stands there, her eyes focused on my ...