Talya

We held each other up and managed a slow hobble. My cat didn't like it - never show weakness, but I'd used up my reserves saving the kid and I had no choice.

The kid, Rondy, didn't look sixteen, but I believed him. He was taller than me by a couple of inches. He was just too skinny, or maybe gangly was a better word, and it made him appear much younger. He also smelled of human blood and unwashed body. It wasn't pleasant. I knew his ribs hurt, but his legs were ...