“I’m not dying.” Jacque huffed as Jen hovered over her, dabbing her wounds with a warm cloth that Rachel had given her. It was saturated in some sort of herb that irritated Jacque’s nose, making her want to sneeze. But she was trying not to because the one time she had, it hurt like a scorpion sting streaking across her breast.
“Damn straight you’re not dying,” Jen barked. “After the last month we just had, I do not have the energy to plan a funeral that would do you justice. It would be a nightmare, and considering we both know I don’t do anything halfway, I’d have to put your body on ice until such a time came that I could adequately plan.”
“Yes, that’s exactly why I don’t want to die right now.” Jacque snorted, but crap that hurt, too. “Goddess forbid you not have time to throw me the
