Chapter Nineteen
Leland Rowe had kind eyes and a steady hand, but that didn't make the stitches any less painful. Em was right beside her, gripping her uninjured arm in support while Rowe worked on her shoulder.
But Stasia wanted Owen.
She had to shove the thought as far back in her mind as she could. Owen had freaked out royally even though she was the one who'd been unknowingly operating on a freaking werewolf. If she was being reasonable, she'd probably agree with Owen's assessment that they couldn't take Vega to a hospital.
Instead she wanted to yell. But if she yelled and flailed as much as she wanted, she was going to rip out the stitches that Rowe had already done and ruin whatever he had left to do.
"You're not too bad at that," she said. She wanted to ask if he was a werewolf
