8
I’d felt pain before. From falling down the stairs at my old apartment, to falling up the stairs at school, to having all the air crushed from my lungs by Thaden.
None of that prepared me for the pain that burned through my right hand as the singing cats disappeared.
“I understand,” a voice said, “but I’ve been sent in as a specialist to take care of this little love, so why don’t you just let me scoot on in and see how he’s doin’?”
Something soft grazed my skin. The pain in my hand doubled, and everything faded to black.
“What do you mean you don’t know what did this to him?” The low angry voice sounded familiar.
“What’s more important right now is gettin’ this boy healed,” another voice said. “We can figure out the what behind this mess after I save your son’s life.”
“Trust her,
