“What are you doing?!” I groaned.

“Treating your wound!” she retorted, “what do you think I’m doing?”

Josh snickered, ‘Or, what do you want her to do?’

‘Josh, just be quiet for a fucking moment, would you?!’

By the time I turned my focus back to Mira, she was already done with all my buttons. I hissed as she peeled back the fabric that was stuck to the wound. The arrow had been crude but effective, its barbed head designed to inflict ...