Chapter 89
Kross
The pain in my shoulder had dulled into something tolerable—an annoying throb rather than a full-body scream. Still, I stayed on my bed, my arm stretched out across the cool linen, eyes shut, jaw slack. I looked dead. Felt half-dead too, but the silver’s poison was slowly draining out.
I could still taste the metallic bitterness of Justin’s blood.
Coward. Snake.
But I’d dealt with him.
I hadn’t seen Vaughn since the fight. Maybe he was avoiding me. Maybe he was pissed. Maybe he was scared of the truth—that I’d only fought Justin for Vanya. That every choice I’d made, every blow I took, every dagger I reversed into someone's ribs... was for her.
Then again, Vaughn did acted weird around me today.
Skittish. Touchy. Emotional, like he was wired too tightly. His eyes h
