Chapter Six
A kind of normality returned to Erielle’s household. Sark offered to cook them breakfast, and Ozment left to arrange the unloading of his kratom delivery. Despite the night’s sleep Carl had kindly allowed her, Jas felt bone weary. The local anesthetic Sayen had injected was wearing off, and her wound ached with a pain that reached out from her shoulder, all the way down her arm, and to the back and front of her torso. She would have liked nothing more than to lie down again and sleep the rest of the day away, if she could ignore the pain. She’d been hit before, but this time seemed worse than the others. She hoped the wound wouldn’t become infected.
Makey was still far from recovered, and Sayen was hobbling around with her sore butt. Carl was the only one left whole and healt
