I was sitting on Tahir’s bed with a towel wrapped around me and another in my hand as I dried my hair. It had been a few days since the fight with Popescu and things were slowly getting back to some semblance of normal. Tahir’s wounds were healing well and Leilani was already back to her grumpy self. Everyone seemed to be relaxing a little bit.

Everyone else, anyway. I stared down at my left arm. From the back of my hand all the way down my shoulder and my left hip a ...