Chapter Twenty Seven
Watching Griel heal his own arm was almost as chilling as watching him s***h it open in the first place. He had all the ability that Eva lacked, conducting the operation with the careless lack of concern that came with supreme confidence. He gritted his teeth as his muscles slowly knitted themselves closed and the torn edges of his skin merged into a whole once more. It took some time, and by the end of it Griel sagged in his chair, exhausted.
He noticed Eva’s close scrutiny. He looked again at her white hair, the same as his own. Questions formed in his eyes, but he didn’t speak them. He remained grimly silent.
Eva wasn’t willing to let him close up, not yet. They needed to know more.
‘How long has this been going on?’
No answer.
‘If you weren’t meant to be waki
