Chapter 8— Wrong places, Wrong reasons.

Kyra

“Arrow's clean through," the healer muttered. “You’re lucky it missed the bone.”

Lucky? I almost laughed. If anything I wasn't lucky. Lucky would have been a shot to somewhere vital, putting me out of my misery quickly. Lucky would have been sensing I was being used by James. Lucky would have been having my father here.

No— if anything, I wasn't lucky. Luck didn't bring me this far and I've learned to live without it.

True to the ...