“You two can talk all you want, once I finish patching up these wounds,” Atlas said with a disapproving shake of his head. “I’m right to assume there’s nothing I can do about the dark veins, right?”

Mykel’s attention was redirected to the medium that was knelt beside the couch which he rested upon. He confirmed his question with a shake of his head. “There isn’t anything that can be done about those. They have nothing to do with these holes in my body.” ...