Chapter Twelve
The next day, as Jas was teaching Makey some hand-to-hand fighting techniques, murmuring voices came from Erielle’s room, growing louder. Soon, shouting could be heard. Erielle was arguing with her doctor friend.
“For krat’s sake, see sense, woman,” shouted the man. “You were always stubborn, but this is ridiculous.”
Erielle retorted, “Just forget it, okay? You’d never understand.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?”
“I said, forget it.”
“Forget it? After I’ve brought you back from the brink of death? After I’ve ventured into this gangland for you? Do you know the cabs won’t even come down this street? They stop at the end, and I have to walk the rest of the way, risking life and limb at the hands of your underworld thugs.”
“Hey,” exclaimed Erielle, “don’t talk about
