“Yeah, talk about a mindfuck though. Think I can kick the asshole a couple times before he wakes up? You just know this fucker knew his brother was operating with a few screws loose.”
“I won’t tell if you don’t,” I offer on a grunt as I get the big black royal with the almost white eyes settled in his now upright throne.
Snickers bounce around the room.
“I love when she goes all ruthless,” Bastien sighs dreamily.
I roll my eyes at him and hide my smile.
“Yeah, she had my heart from the minute I saw her beating the shit out of you,” Valen agrees, giving his brother a cheeky grin.
“Anyone need healing?” Ryker asks.
The guys all answer no or shake their heads. I look down at my stomach, just now remembering that I got stabbed earlier.
What the fuck does that say about this day that I forgot about taking a dagger to the gut?
I run my hands over where the wound should be. Dried blood and dirt flake off, but it doesn’t hurt, and I can’t for the life of me find a wound.
That’s fucking weird.
I twist and try to look at my back, like somehow the stab wound is going to show up there when it’s not showing up on my abdomen, but there’s nothing aside from proof that I could really use a shower.
“What’s wrong, Vinna?” Sabin asks me when I start turning around like a dog chasing its tail.
“I got stabbed earlier,” I tell him as I make another revolution.
“What?” multiple voices demand all at once, and the next thing I know, I’m surrounded by worried and upset Chosen and Shields. Hands search my body for a wound that’s no longer there, while Ryker and Nash both start firing out instructions and questions.
“Fucking hell, you guys. Back off for a second. I can’t find a wound. Nothing hurts. I’m fine!” I insist.
Ryker looks at me confused. “What do you mean you can’t find a wound?” he asks at the same time Nash insists, “You are not fine! Getting stabbed does not equal fine!”
I ignore Nash and answer Ryker. “Just like I said, I don’t have a wound anymore.”
“Are you sure you were actually cut?” Kallan questions, his gaze tracing my body like he’s double-checking that everything is okay.
“No, she was bleeding earlier. I remember,” Enoch states.
“You saw her bleeding earlier and didn’t say anything?” I expect a comment like this to come from Knox or maybe Bastien, so I’m surprised when it’s Becket who rounds on his coven mate.
“It all happened fast, I only caught a glimpse, and then all that Chosen mark shit happened with the other girl,” Enoch defends, and I step in between them when it’s clear Becket doesn’t think that’s a good enough answer.
“It’s fine, seriously. We have bigger problems to deal with right now. We can solve the disappearing stab wound later.”
I throw my hands up silencing any further argument, and everyone gets back to work positioning Sentinels around the room in a way we hope will make them less murdery when they wake up.
“How long do you think they’ll be out?” Sabin asks as he sits a guard up against a wall. All eyes turn to me.
“Pshhh, you know I’m just winging this shit, right? I know fuck all about anything.”
“Maybe we can track an archive room or a library down and see if we can find some answers before everyone wakes up,” Sorik suggests.
“I’d be game, except so far no one is pounding on the doors, demanding to know what’s going on. I worry the minute we stick our head out unescorted, we won’t get very far,” Sabin tells us, and we all nod in agreement.
“Where’s an invisibility cloak when you need one?” Knox jokes, and we all laugh.
“What if she knocked out the whole city?” Becket questions, and once again everyone turns to me.
